Make Peace With Your Soul at Spiti !

The serene and sacred Chandrataal lake at 4290 meters elevation. 

The blues of the skies

The lightness of the clouds

The crystal clear waters

The snow capped mountains

The black and brown rocks

The sheer magic of the gods...

The soul takes a slow walk at Chandrataal...

Some hearts learn to sing

Some go within in silence

Some seek the company of the strangers

Some think back about all the lost ties

Some smile to themselves

Some eyes slowly shed tears

Some soak the brilliance in their thoughts

Some let go of the secrets of the minds

Some look forward to going again and again

Some feel it to be a once in a lifetime experience.

As I read somewhere...We make peace with our soul at Spiti....💝

Memories of love!

 

Breathing!

 

Every Night...!

As she slowly walks into the 
dark and narrow by-lanes of her mind, 
a cool breeze floats in with memories, 
a warm tear rolls up and drops, 
your hand slides into hers as the 
fingers start finding the spaces in between, 
the night around smiles....

Heal that heart ! 💔

Where did all the love go?
You thought you gave all that you have...
But maybe it was never enough...
When they feel the lack of love,
Or when they feel you have let them down
Does love turn to hatred in some corners of the heart?
Do they want to go away from you?
Even while you are consumed in your own love,
Did you lose them so long back
That now finding ways back into love becomes difficult...
The bonds no longer exist...
And you seem just lost in your own head..
The broken pieces of your heart...
Seems to have pierced a little heart somewhere...
Your facade and masks of happiness have hidden the life that's shattered...
Your wasted love has created so much hurt,
That you pray for that heart to heal someday...

What's there to talk about love...

Everyone asks me why we don't talk anymore,
Guess the language of love lost its sounds and words along the path of silence...

Everyone wonders why we don't meet anymore,
Your love that came through glances lasting few seconds, was probably enough for this life...

Everyone assumes that our love is dead and gone,
But in the moments when we think of each other, isn't love alive and singing somewhere....

Never loved her!

He sat there, staring into space
Spectrum of shades from the dusk, showing in his eyes
The probing silence around, was asking so many questions
He looked up and said, "But, I never loved her".

"Liked her stupidity,  had fun and laughter,
Fought over things at times when I hated her,
Did enjoy the madness and there were moments,
It was sort of crazy, but, I never loved her"

I looked at both of them, wondering whats running through her mind,
His pained face and the breaking voice were speaking volumes.
She had tears in her eyes yet a smile on her lips.
I remained silent, as I guess she will forever wonder if he really loved her!