-Everest

Upon the rocky Himalayas is where I reside,
Around me is all my household, each differing in height.

Out of my family members, I am the tallest,
Although I have numerous names, im known as Everest.

Now, before man was formed, we had peace of mind all the time,
But our peace ceased to be when humans learned how to climb.

Dead climbers and ******* defile us every single day,
This is getting out of hand, we have all had enough, ok?

We are sacred mountains who were never meant for climbing,
Leave us be! Humans are very stubborn its annoying!

Love
is like
scaling The Everest
the higher you go,
the more difficult
it becomes
to breathe...
so my dear
bear with me
If I stop
to acclmatize
and catch my breath
before I could
push further up
don't you worry
I am not giving up
just yet...

Sunrise on the summit of Snowdon
a young vagabond breathed
there was a wondrous road ahead

I have gone from baby steps to mountain peaks
From building new bricks to smashing myself apart
From new stitches to crumpling at the seams
Now the peaks rise before me and I have nothing

No matter how often my heart pounds away in my chest
Or the breath falls out of my lungs
I stand as tall as I can make myself
Their love is the harness that grips me as I climb Mount Everest
And only a touch of fear will hold me back

Someday I will stand at the mountain's peak and build a home for myself
Where the air is thin and the scenery stretches beyond the eye's capacity
I may have been pushed down before
/But it was not my fault/
And I will never leave my place from the mountain's peak

The Peak of Success

The reason
My professor loved me
So much,
I thought there was
Something to be known.
When I asked him
To give its account,
He smiled and
Had something nice
To be shown.
He opened his diary then,
Some lines he sought.
Once you'd opined,
he said then,
It was the great thought
On the peak of success
(in your mind).
He continued his talk
And told the rest,
It shouldn't be having
The tip and cliff
Or that of the Everest.
A question you'd raised,
What if it is
The Table Mountain
And its land?
You meant, its crest,
Where everyone
Could stand.

S. Bharat

I climb to feed the rat
           A gnawing unsatiable parasite
I climb not to die
            But to live
The knife-edge ridge beckons
             Could cut me to ribbons
The vertical ice shines - come forth
              Into my womb
One foot after another
              Endless
My lungs heave
               My body yearns
I see visions
                But are they real?
The white citadel calls
                 Come- and see God
Like a snake
                  In a Gadda Da Vida
Come to me
                  And die in my arms

As I climb Everest
I end up seeing
Appertains
Ghosts
Maybe if the climbers
Who didn’t make it
Wait
I am starting to hallucinate
Or are there ghosts?!