Dear friend of my heart, as seasons pass me by I come to understand how poems which are so deeply… Read more sometimes, a soft brush of longing
Dear friend of my heart, It has been more than a month since I got back home from the high… Read more A Dew Drop | High in the Himalayas
On the first of this month we were on our way skywards. The night before, I had suddenly woken up… Read more Walking Skywards
Let me tell you about the giant tree that lives by the moody river. He has been there for as… Read more Tree by the River
up there, hell-bent iron claws have only just begun to seep into the worst of nightmares sturdy feet, hooves and… Read more Up in the Mountains
In the mountains… there are birds… that remind me… that there is freedom… and there is beauty… and I smile…… Read more Mountain Birds
A cult of travellers joyously following a trail left behind by an explorer of some other breed, who, it turns… Read more Fluid World; Some Other Moods
Need I wander dark alleyways Missing from guidebooks I’d bought to know what it’s like To know what it’s like… Read more What’s Missing in my Guidebook?