#everest
Some sort of checklist people have,
That may be found in a photograph.
It could be a one way ticket to Budapest,
Or scaling the top of Mount Everest.
Seeing the Eiffel Tower and Mona Lisa,
Or a picture with the leaning tower of Pisa.
Swimming with turtles in the Bahamas,
Or exploring Peru in search of llamas.
Lying on white sandy beaches in Sicily,
There’s nowhere else in the world I’d rather be.
Feb 10, 2025
Feb 10, 2025 at 4:22 PM UTC
Oh! Peak of heaven, hear my call.
Amidst clouds, you are standing tall.
The mighty mountains surround you.
Glacial lakes gives stunning view.
Glaze of snow that surprises all
Climbing is steep, people may stall.
But for some, it may be a fall.
With courage, some make it, but only a few
Peak of heaven
Dreaming big doesn't make you small.
Like laying a ladder on a sky wall
A lot is taught in life's preview.
It's understood if we review
Mount Everest, you are so tall.
Peak of heaven
Jun 22, 2024
Jun 22, 2024 at 2:10 PM UTC
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...
Nov 4, 2020
Nov 4, 2020 at 3:58 PM UTC
Sunrise on the summit of Snowdon
a young vagabond breathed
there was a wondrous road ahead
Oct 7, 2020
Oct 7, 2020 at 2:07 AM UTC
It has been awhile since I've written
Busy and it's hard to find time
I know that each first word I write
The start of a difficult climb
Every foothold hard to find
Work for each sentence and letter
When I finally reach the end
Feel as if I could have done better
Feb 12, 2020
Feb 12, 2020 at 12:09 PM UTC
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
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 2:24 AM UTC
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
Apr 8, 2019
Apr 8, 2019 at 12:10 PM UTC
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
Apr 7, 2019
Apr 7, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
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?!
Mar 9, 2019
Mar 9, 2019 at 7:21 PM UTC
As the full moon
Roses over the mountain tops
In a plum purple sky
Of dusk
There stands Everest
Waiting for me
To climb it.
Mar 1, 2019
Mar 1, 2019 at 5:51 PM UTC
I as I think of
The next chat
We have
I have question
That might shock you
Would you
Mind climbing Everest
With me
Maybe we can
We can couple in
The safety and comfort
Of our tent.
I won’t go
Monk chasing.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:27 PM UTC
That mountain that you climbed
You told me it felt like Everest
You were so blind
In a land so treacherous
But in reality
It was just an anthill
A speck of salt in the dead sea
On a diet of sleeping pills
Far from base camp
Give me your hand
I will be your hurricane lamp
You and I will trek this land
Let me be your guiding Sherpa
And conquer this depressing frozen peak
Baby steps to conquer inertia
Companionship is what we both seek
You don't have to be alone in your depression
At least I don't want to be
I guess this is my confession
I need you and I want you to need me
Jul 31, 2018
Jul 31, 2018 at 12:00 PM UTC
Every morning I
jump out of an airplane with
out a parachute:
Swallows Starlings and
Ancient Sparrows caress Me
through Mt. Everest,
Humming Magpie’s hang
on to my fingertips past
Burj Khalifa in Dubai.
Plummeting over
the lark’s meadow the loon’s lake
and today seems small.
Fifteen-thousand feet
holds the rebirth of rubber
band resiliency,
Chant with my feathers
now bound to tumbling shoulder
blades like holy fowl.
Destiny a grail
all-embracing imminent
possibilities.
Morning endures as
I ascend our reflecting clouds
“Today is the day”.
Feb 17, 2018
Feb 17, 2018 at 10:22 PM UTC
Each pace forward moved the summit further
As I climbed my Everest, twenty-nine thousand and six
Footsteps in the past, twenty-two more to go,
When suddenly the mount, the goddess,
Mother of the Universe, smiled at me from above.
Her grace was gentle though her presence alone
Felt like a menace. I knew I carried within me
All the ignominy of human being. An offense to her essence,
Physics and doing, ‘How dare I be there, scramble over
And trample her only to prove to my Self I could?
Fear suggested my surrender, retrace my steps
Back to humbleness, place my Self where it belonged.
Yet I froze and could not move, immensity had got the best
Of me, making me believe that I was too little of a creature
To attempt being greater than what I was.
The paralysing nature of such ludicrous belief had me
Hanging from a root seeking to survive despite it.
The goddess continued to smile at me from above, unwilling
To help, I thought. And as I was losing my grip, conquered by fatigue,
She spoke: ‘If you trust in me, let go!’ and so I did.
May 26, 2017
May 26, 2017 at 5:20 AM UTC
आं मासे दाउसिन जानायमोनब्ला
अब्ला आं बहा बिरलांगौमोन-
माउण्ट एभारेष्टनि जौसिन थिखिनियाव
बिरलांगौमोन आं बर'फनि गेजेराव
बयनिबो जौसिन थिखिनि
दुलाराइ मुलुगनि
जौसिन गासै हाजोफोरनि
आं गाहायाव नायहरगोन
सारिगिदिँ मुलुगखौ
सावगारि एरखांगोन
बेसेदि समायना नुयो बुहुमखौ
हिमालय हाजोनि सारि
नेपाल आरो तिब्बेत
गाखोगोन आरो गाखोगोन थाखो थाखो
जेब्लासिम थिखिनि मोना
एभारेष्टनि थिखिनि गोजौसिन
अख्रां मोनहैजासिम गोजौआव
आं मासे दाउसिन जानायमोनब्ला
अब्ला आं बिरलांगौमोन एभारेष्टआव
Sep 27, 2016
Sep 27, 2016 at 1:26 PM UTC
look into my eyes, everest boy
with your little grin, oh so coy
for every thing that you can destroy,
it's me that you choose enjoy
tell me how fire and ice coexist
from the same supple lips i kissed
in your words that i can't resist,
and in your tongue i choose to desist
hands like spiders crawling on my thighs
creeping up my skin oh so high
leaving a trail of endless sighs
just as spring bids the snow goodbye
roses start to bloom around my spine
vivid hues blend to form a sign
petals forming an intricate line
while pain grows through each thorn and vine
oh everest boy, tell me your fears
for with you, i'm always all ears
even if it takes a million years
i'd like to see your sincerest tears
a potion of pleasure and regret,
a concoction of thrill and fret
too late to say we only just met,
too early that i won't forget
Dec 9, 2015
Dec 9, 2015 at 12:26 AM UTC
Among the twinkling stars
In whispering of air
During uncontrolled tides of oceanic deep waters
In darkness of nights
In narrow mountainous passes
In the dark deep forests
In the beauty of vast deserts
At the oceanic shores of continents
During wandering about the heights of this world
At the top of the Mount Everest
At the depth of Pacific Ocean
I searched you everywhere
But I found you smiling in the core of my heart
In the concert of chirping birds
During the blossoming of roses
With the spread of fascinating smell
And spring was prevailing everywhere
Mar 30, 2015
Mar 30, 2015 at 5:45 AM UTC
The gigantic sphere
in somewhere we don't know
resting on the throne of
the Sun
The gigantic sphere
up in the east sky
rising slowly like
a man climbing up
the Everest
The gigantic sphere
up in the west sky
falling slowly like
a snail climbing down
the Everest
The Sun is slow
but we feels fast
Why so fast while so slow?
'Cause you are having Fun!
Jan 12, 2015
Jan 12, 2015 at 1:28 AM UTC
The ascender
struggled to the dais
stopping to rub
his sore calves
still filled with lactic acid…
“I forsook the post
workout massage
to deliver this eulogy.
Thats how
important it is
to me…”
His voice began
to trial off but
he regained his
composure and
began to speak
with command...
“He gave his life for me.
Is there no greater love
than to offer a life
in service
to me?
My Sherpa
was moved
and motivated
by economic
compulsion.
I offered him
the only wage
paying job
he ever had.
He ran with it,
taking up my
cause as if
it belonged
to him;
performing
his job
as if engaged
in a heroic
mission.
At times it
he seemed
consumed by
the largess of
my pursuit;
and his death
will bring
economic
calamity
to his family.
This further
confirms
the nobility
of my
mission.
The price
of intrepidness
is dear and
made clear,
its value
fully fleshed
out in the
sacrifice of
my Sherpa.
You may ask,
“why do I do it?”
It is no longer
disputed, if it
can be done.
Sir Edmund
and his Sherpa
answered that
question over half
a century ago.
The only
question
remaining,
"can the mountain
be conquered by me?"
I'll risk sacred fortune,
limb, life, family and
Sherpa to discover
the answer to this...
I must guard
against the
inflation of
my desire to
summit at
any cost.
I'm aware
of the
dangers
presented
by the
expanding
circumference
of my pride,
just a
meager
centimeter or
two can spell
disaster for
me.
Yet testing
its tensility,
tempting
the tipping point
of temerity,
managing the
permeability,
of risk factors
and psychical
rewards to
sift through
the membrane
that calculates
the odds to
successfully
arbitrage the
resolution of
gaming
winners and
losers,
achieving
a perfect balance
manifested in
the mettle
of me.
My
determination
shines
in pursuit
of a
golden fleece.
In my
solitary
quest
I don a
holy halo
crowning me
and fellow
climbers
stricken
with a like
obsession,
sets us apart,
anointing us
the royalty
of high stakes
X Games,
bellying
up 70 grand
to claim our
place in an
extreme
leisure class,
gifted
with time
and treasure
to turn this
unforgiving peak
into a graveyard,
a dump heap,
an open latrine…
The glaciers bleed
my **** into the tributaries
of the Holy Ganges...
My virtues
made plain
in the indelible
mark I leave
upon the mountain...
My life dedicated
to the unselfish pursuit
of a magnanimous me
quick to forgive
and forget the
failures of the
lesser who
lack the ability
and conviction
of self
to conquer
the highest peaks
meeting challenge
and opportunity
with relish and
fortitude
I'm like a
strip miner
singlemindedly
tearing the roof
of the world open
so I can fill it
with the purpose
of me.
That is the
deeper significance
of the death of my
Sherpa.
When Edmund Hillary
and his Sherpa scaled
Everest 60 years ago,
it took decades
to remember that
Tenzing Norgay
guided the beknighted
Hillery, while schlepping
his baggage and
holding the ladder
lifting the
great man
in a great
endeavor;
whose strength
and valiance
turns history’s
creaky wheel.
Sir Hillary did it
because it was
never done before;
with stoutheartedness
and national vigor
Sir Hillary conquered
the last pinnacle
in Britannia's majestic
range of storied
achievements.
As climate change
turns glaciers
into slush,
my time
grows short
to scratch my
initials alongside
the greats who
ascended this mount
before me.
So it is
with well
considered
trepidation that
I send my Sherpa
out onto the
hanging peaks,
to set the ladders
and clear the
path for
the assent
of me.
Every morning
I look into
the mirror
glimpsing
a fleeting
notion of
greatness
that is only
affirmed by
triumph of
the will.
At such a cost
my legend is born
my burden
grows greater,
weighted by
the death of
my Sherpa.
Yet my resolve
grows, eclipsing
the size of
Warren Buffett’s
fortune.
As the world warms
urgency grows,
the alarm sounds!
Onward Sherpas!
Lay the ladder
portage my baggage
the labors of Sisyphus
will find reward
of a goodly outcome!
I press the coin
of the realm into
your hand
The prayer flags
fill with determination
that I succeed,
giving your life meaning
as divine compensation
for the cost of your life.
The prayer flag’s flap
with the mountain squalls
popping, snapping
our hosannas
of victory
Onward Sherpas!
Ever Onward
may the good
Buddha
embrace
you as you
climb toward
your next
destination...
Onward Sherpas!
Music Selection
Sherpa Dance Music
Poem dedicated to the 13 Sherpa climbers
who lost their lives this week on Mount Everest.
May they find peace in heaven
may their families find peace and
sustenance here on earth.
Oakland
4/23/14
jbm
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 6:01 PM UTC
Friedrich Nietzsche had once told
"Let us beware of saying that Death is the opposite of life.
The living being is only a species of death and a very rare species"
And I know exactly what it means.
I live with the generation
Not wanting to live
Our television shooting guns from Middle East
Our screens begging help from Africa
when America enjoys the Oscar and
Britain and Australia rambles about Ashes
I live with the generation
who think football is not a game but passion
who think war is not crime but just another compuer game
They are dead
They have been fairly killed
I live with the generation
whose dreams are Made in China
Advertised with British Accent
Available on Sale during one of the Christmas
And sometimes they fall from sky
I live with the generation
who have forgotten apple is actually a fruit
But they unfold apple for birthday twice a year
Who grows food on binary
Cannot separate beef from buff
And eat dust coated with sugar
They are dead
They have been fairly killed
I live with the genration
who are better aliens
My generation wants to find vampire for soulmate
They plant to fight against zombies
Our ninja cuts fruit
We are so anxious instead of praying
we run around temples
Even the birds are so angry because
George R.R. Martin kills all our favorite charaters
and Sheldon cooper can't be helped
Everyone thinks they are Sherlock Homes
But can't find socks for school
They are dead
They have been fairly killed
We hate mathematics because
they are not pop songs
We prefer walking almost ****
Maybe because we dont have AC on clothes
We extremely love our parents - in our wall
But we forget where they work
We make happy faces in window pane when sad
We kick street dogs when mad
And if they bite back, we **** them all.
**** dogs! We dont need them.
Cats rule the world.
We regret too much.
Earth is our burden.
We wait endlessly for apocalypse
We are dead.
We have been fairly killed
Drugged and Polished
Addicted to dying
And Saved everytime by our
- American Superheroes
About Me
I sell peace for money
I advertise hunger for donations
I live in a haunted house
Ghosts have stopped crossing my way
They cook in my kitchen and
are naked on my bedroom
I am not interested in blood
I need coffee to keep me alive
I inhale smoke to pump my lungs
I live near Mount Everest
Enthralled by Nuclear Bombs of North Korea
Not able to see Smokes from America
eating our Snow
And my greatest tragedy
I am in a country where
we need to be in queue
wanting to live
waiting to die
We have been fairly killed.
We still think the sky is blue.
Apr 22, 2014
Apr 22, 2014 at 9:07 PM UTC