Winter Sojourns

The winter sun had set, leaving a strong sense of longingness in its wake. The chilly breeze shook the soul to its knees and this feeling of novelty attracted something in him that had lain hidden underneath the monotony of daily living. The weakness coupled with awe overwhelmed him allowing him to shape, albeit rudimentarily, only a few of his thoughts to words. He muttered the singular thought that had shook him, "How could it be so beautiful?" Finally lifting himself up, he looked for the nearest local store to stock himself up for the next morning. He had his makeshift bedding and tent arrangement to get him through the night. He had always loved the chill, not the cold but could the two ever be far apart?

Uttarakhand (India)

The Derelict

The chapter he'd never closed
The leaf he'd never turned over
The array of serrated spoken words
To the wilful disruption of his course

The path he plumped for
After the tragic end to the one taken before
Was so eerily cheery
Which dazed him so
And made him go spiralling down in the same old mournful grave

How unfortunate could it get?

To have been brought to this Elysian place
But to have lost the ability to appraise
The beauty in all its magnificence
Wasted unto someone so innocently oblivious!

(8/2012)