The beauty of living life out of the ordinary
Is the view no one else sees.
The tragedy of this lifestyle
Is the lonesome journey to the peak.

timid breath of winter
shy and silent
sigh, gasp and shout
the cold at its peak
slowly comes the winter,
slowly comes the grief
as sadness fills the valley
when words are brief

Lean on my chest, gentle one, let's sit holding hands,
mountain breeze whispers Shanti mantras, let's repeat it,
may tranquil be our souls, we aren't weary yet, but the ardor
of the climb ends here; from this vintage point we are,
distant heaven and beloved earth, look deceptively equidistant,
rest your eyes on mine, let me see eternity flashing it's light.

Don't even say a word, what your heart beat says is to my heart,
the view from this peak is what we dreamt always,remember?
an incredible leap of the souls, now we feel, is the reward of  the trek
we are equanimous, yet the  tears in your doe eyes, I can't bear,
we are mortals, pain is a mongrel, our faithful companion to the end.

Let's sit here, till the gold dust, the passing sun extravagantly sprinkles,
that tells stories of galaxies dying down and new ones taking birth-
finally settles, and the anesthetic of darkness gently descends.

Look! the hidden envious eyes of the night, from afar peep at us,
on the journey back, we'll fly beyond limits and vanquish the big dark.

I will fall down upon the mat, my breathing coming in ragged gasps.
I will fail to reach the peak, and I will lay me down in drained defeat.
Yet what a clamorous, shouting climb it was that heralded my fall.
Tomorrow my voice will rise a second time in another raucous, screaming call.

I will fail once more today, just as I did yesterday.
My muscles will contort and strain, yet my sigh but reports the first refrain.
Greater is the joy of having fought, far more so than losing's sorrow.
Isn't it a beautiful failure I've wrought that lets me get up again tomorrow?

I am hollow
I am rage
I am mortal man in cage.

I am peak
I am chasm
I am grotesque ******.

I am hot
I am cold
I am broken, all told.

I stood there.
Staring.
A snow-capped peak stared back.
I became exceedingly captivated.
Captivated by the thought that he and I existed;
Existed now.
Existed here.
Existed together.

I became a shell.
A shell filled with explosive joy.
And I could no longer become underwhelmed.
Nor could I become whelmed.

I lived.


I will never believe in myself more,
Never trust in Creation more,
Never be enveloped in the stillness more
Than I did in that moment.

Glimpsing that skyline.
Staring down a mountain.

From the summit, the path to the peak seemed to be beyond his reach. A torrent of frigid rain gnashed upon his face, and as boulders quaked from the rock face, and plummeted downwards to the summit.

He stood unwavering, starring at his palms, while these colossal behemoths fractured around him. As dirt, sand and splinters of rock rippled across the  skin of his face.

Drenched were his clothes, yet he merely pulled his hood up, and looked back towards the pinnacle.

A crack in the malignant nebulous of sky above him, allowed a sliver of light to caress the peak.

He began the climb.

Each step or foothold was without mercy, anguish or remorse. But with each tear of his clothes, or rend of his skin, he still held close every bit of hope he held.

As the warmth of the sun trickled over his grimy and bloodied fingers, the last pull was herculean.

It was excruciating as the light, and warmth of the sun pelted his entire body. Causing him with plunge to his knees, the slated rock giving no leeway to his battered body.

He sat still, as a serene wind licked at his skin, and withdrew his hood, his hair being combed by the wind. His palms were lined with deep lacerations, he felt the blood seep from his wounds, on to the ground beneath him.

Exhaling calmly, he pointed to his chest, and uttered; “Take it back.”