mountain torn in twain
a ridge rended like a child’s
paper crafts project
the shikara slips
through inky predawn waters
a bare bulb aim point
burbling waters
ubiquitous, mountain soul
resonate to it
a glacier-fed lake
mirror clear until fog forms
filling the valley
foal copies its mom
grazing on neat pasture land
it’s never rushed
Taken in July of 2016 on the trail between Naranag and Sonamarg
This isn’t the wildlife I expected to see on our Kashmiri Great Lakes Trek, but I’ll take what I can get.
I met a man
along the road
who thought he knew
which way to go.
Certain was he;
he knew the path.
He had a map.
He’d done the math.
“Your map won’t help
you now, I fear.
Past the map’s edge
the world turns queer.”
“I’ll find my way,
be sure of that,”
the man dismissed
with words he spat.
When I returned,
an hour ago,
I passed a car-
cass in the snow.
No doubt, twas he,
the certain man–
hit a blizzard
in burning sands.
Taken on April 2, 2016 at Varkala
Taken in July of 2015 at Great Himalayan National Park (GHNP)
Taken in Great Himalayan National Park in June of 2015
Taken in June of 2015 in Great Himalayan National Park
Taken June 12, 2015 in Great Himalayan National Park (GHNP)
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