The Grandeur

Panchachuli peak from khaliya top

Bathed in fresh snow,

The Himalayas awake in its glory,

Following a profound slumber,

Spent in cold Isolation over

Nights unnumbered,

Its veins being rich in snow;

Heart accumulates the volume,

The infinity of blue sky, which

When gazed at,

Windows an inner self – 

Ephemeral though.

The thirst of the Himalayas seems

To have been quenched.

As of now.