The Grandeur
The Grandeur.Bathed in fresh snow,
The Himalayas awake in its glory,
Following a profound slumber,
sky
An Invisible Bond
I used to couch to one corner of my terrace, and watched the azure sky till it got thronged with birds, lovely birds, ferrying to the other side of the horizon.
Into The Himalayas
With every breath you take, the sweet smell of pine rhymes within,
Descend upon your heart an unknowness ready to spill,