Lachen, Lachung and Gangtok

When I am the most overworked, I remember this blog the most! So this confirms my suspicions- when you really wish to make time for something, you often do:)

Also, the husband is enjoying Zurich just now and I am tad disappointed of not being able to make it. But then, as he was describing the Alps and the ranges, I was thinking about the Himalayas.

So, I decided to do this travelogue of a place I visited some time back and which to date, figures in my top 3.

Sikkim is yet not extremely commercialised and specially in  the interiors, the roads are so bad that travel becomes really tough. Thank god for that though, otherwise I could have imagined how these places would have been exploited.

                                                              Mayfair, Gangtok

The open skies boast of their blue vastness

They tease, they prod - can I match their textures

 

He smiles his knowing smile

catching a breath, marvelling at his perfectness

at the sweetness of innocence

at the magic of effervescence

 

The icy teesta flows

I question and I reason

it looks back at me

and says this-

sometimes 'flowing' is the only way 

The smallness of the door

masks the grandness of the view

 

 Between the rocks and the gravels

our shrill waters travel

and then somewhere in someunknown lands

the mystery unravels 

 

                                                            

Roadway to heaven

 

Stories of people not met

tales of clans not heard before

and yet I feel I know them

intimately, closely

 

Seven Sister Falls





I met some people

I heard some voices

I saw some places

I think I belong

 

 

Simplicity - charms

life - moments

pictures - stories

fields afar...

 

                                                                 Those really are roads

Humanity has unique ways of making itself visible

furry, white, cottony

the snow engulfs

The masks - at apple orchard, lachen

fierce, sudden - pop of colour

 

Black, Blank and Bleak

And then there are days like today,
  black, blank and bleak..
    they remind me of deep secrets and dark fears
        of arid lands, undusted cobwebs and cold gushing winds
     
my sunshine is in distant lands
  and the moon is light years away
   the mind is playing weird games
       the body is in its complete sway

'less' is occupying more of me
     and the 'more' seems to be watching me from distance
       holding on, waiting, egging me to hold all of it
          I- hesistant and wary, taking unsure steps

But then tomorrow is another day.....