Tuesday, November 6, 2012

An Eternal Affair with Moon


 An Eternal Affair with Moon 
Sun is set, day is down
An end to dawn is set in motion
Charming dusk came with divine stars
To capture the world again and take to paradise
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Star, with her twinkle blink
To catch the world just by her wink
In her hide and seek, she is fine
That’s how she shows her frame of mind
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She is clear in her expression
Her serenity on Moon and fury on Sun 
Veils herself like a shy girl with the Moon
Her joy by then is secret to the unknown
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Seconds shine seconds disappear
This the way how she loves her dear
Her innocence can be compared
To the blossoming buds spread
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Through winds she sends her message
She follows the same since age
Blowing wind whispers her love
This is as sweet as morning dew

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Depth of her feeling for her dear
Cannot be found and it’s rarest of the rare
She never minds as to her dear hears to her
Her feeling to him is ever flowing river
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She comes before him to see him full of eyes
She leaves before him filling him in her eyes
She spends the day in that thought
What wealth he to her had brought
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Ever since history begun her affair is there
She has a dream to make it a rare
Which she never wants to share
Which she kept as a secret with care
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She goes for mourn when moon is not seen
A fest for her when moon is on his full shine
She is alive and along with the time she moves on
Since for her he is the only one who is on
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Everywhere she looks around
She can just feel his sound
For the whole night she is awake
Celebrating the happiness as her love is back
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Past, Present and Future are there
As a witness for her affair
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

THE NAMELESS WOMAN NOT TO BE CALLED (27.08.08)-


THE NAMELESS WOMAN NOT TO BE CALLED (27.08.08)- 

by - S.A.A. 


She is the one to be called 

Still the callous world calls her a call girl

Days for her begin with sunset and ends with daylight 

In between a life lead by her heaven proved hell 

Survival is not a question but the only motive left to her

In the midst of the brutal society which bestowed a life to her 

She is the scapegoat for the viciousness of the society

A wanderer whose fate lost its numbers in the game

She is the one whose name not supposed to be called 

Still the callous world given her name a call girl



Long for a for meal to keep herself alive 

Skin and flesh together in her soulless body

For those devils which burst desire to have her 

Vivid dreams went colorless in coloring her body

Started finding a life in the lifeless night light

No matter whether he is black or white 

The gain is hers if she gets one for that hour of darkness 

Who pays well no matter rich or poor she never cares

She had never seen delighted morning dew

The bliss of evening stars is just an uncanny fact to her 

She is the queen of her own gloomy world 

Where she herself is the ruler and the ruled

A blind went behind riches in search of riches

Who lost her persona for unknown persons

She is secular in her like 

Hindu, Muslim or a Christian all are alike, 

Her life is eternal nevertheless it is winter, summer or spring 

She is never unwaged as long as she is on her swing

THE BATTLE LOST WITH NO WARFARE (27.01.07) – S.A.A.


THE BATTLE LOST WITH NO WARFARE (27.01.07) – S.A.A. 

Feeling in heart that a battle was lost with no warfare
What an end to such a splendid trance which has no compare
Nights gone off track nights grow spark just on those pensive thought
A nameless yearn deep-rooted in heart was grounding paramount
One after another all dreadful thoughts with endless count

Parades of these departed a feeling that a battle is all set
Day in and day out mind was filled with this preparation
Earning or learning, friends or family, mind was setting its position
In the theatre of war which was just a future unborn

Honing its swords, whetting its weapons in all the manner possible
Designed for making itself a conqueror and be successful
All the deftness and the shrewdness was intended to utilize for malice
To make the rival to shatter into piece with no solace

A champion was it as long as a wrath was formed in enemy’s mind
An impious grin was in succession bit by bit while the same was found
A horrendous dream was crushed while the enemy was underneath terrain
With a perpetual snooze where his heart was at its rest with no pain

Heart left a feeling that a battle was lost with no fight
Thoughts went futile with no upshot

Bougainvillea


I did question my dear father, as a budding kid
It was genuine on its own from an innocent mind
It was about the vivid flora caught my eyes
Which struck my heart at first glance


Its colorful, it’s wonderful, it’s delightful, it’s blissful
And it’s beautiful, is it a flower?


Father looked into my eyes, and just said, my cheery dear
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea
It is a thing of beauty, though not a joy forever,
You regard it, gaze it, admire it and you adore it.


Name it not, let you be baffled
With wonder in your heart you get puzzled
It never reveals the charm unravelled
It had seen the land untraveled
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea



It won’t complain, it won’t moan, it won’t whine, it won’t lean,
It will just be a spectator for the world unseen
The silence speaks better than words is its lesson
Which it took years and years to learn
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea



No faraway lands, no legendary times
It’s just grown with your own rimes
It swirls and curls to airy chimes
It never has any melancholy mimes
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea



It’s not behind the mountains and the moors
Nor does it hide behind showery shores
In times, it lies still and be gleaming
Like a bundle of beauty seem dreaming
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea


 

Father, I know now, it was not just about flower

It was about the unsaid feeling, which heart cover
It won’t change by my tears
It won’t bend by my words
Father, I learnt now, it’s a truth, but bit bitter

 

Which shattered my morning twitter
It cut my wings and faded my smiles
It shaded my shine and blinded my eyes
Father, I feel now, it was not a feeling
The wounded heart has no healing
Words uttered were never meant
Feelings showed were never felt
Father, I realize now, its reality

Lonely nights with teary eyes and the serenity
Memory of spoken words with broken heart
Life now stopped playing its part
Father, I see now, the weeping heart has a repent

For believing the words and for being innocent
The game played in the name of feeling, which was not real
The world and the people being so surreal



The heart just mummers with no shimmers

The silent tears drop down the cheeks
It’s not a tree, not a plant, not a flower; not a shrub, it is Bougainvillea
It’s not a feeling, its not heart, it’s not like, it’s not love

Top of the World

Top of the World
Greatest mountain walk on the earth! Most spectacular mountain scenery in the world before you, each day of the trek! 5560 meters above the sea level! Very thin layer of oxygen! Minus 5-10 temperature! Highest mountain view on the earth. The very thought of it makes one eager, excited and enthusiastic.
Blue sky, mesmerizing clouds, white snow, blowing wind, crazy breeze, frozen rivers, snow shower, waving alpines, rising/setting sun with its rays touched upon only on the top of the mountains, a view as if someone has placed the golden tip to the pearl white mountain, stony pavements and alongside Dudh koshi river, passing tea shops, suspension bridges, thousands of chortens (graveyard of deceased mountaineers), prayer mantras carved on a big stone rock, soothing Buddhist chants, apple farms, porters and yaks with their loads on their back and trekkers and some familiar/smiley innocent faces with usual greetings of “Namaste” & “Hello, and it’s you and your thoughts, this what one witness during the Everest Base Camp (EBC) Trekking.
EBC is considered as mother of all treks and is known as one of the most famous trekking route in the world. It’s a lifetime occasion to have a glimpse of the most spectacular panorama of all the greatest peaks in the world. As lonely planet states, it is the 4th top most & toughest destination in the world to visit in one's life. The trip consisted scenic flight to Lukla; Sherpa home town; Monasteries; amazing view of Mt. Everest, Lhotse, Nuptse, Amadablam, Thamserku, Views of Khumbu Ice - Fall, Sherpa's village, Tengboche Monastery, Everest Base Camp, Kalapatthar and yes the last day colorful Kathmandu. 
At the age of 3 when I read that Mt. Everest is the highest mountain in the world, never did I imagine that, I will walk that classic path of EBC. Ah! A dream successfully come true was the thought in mind, when I made it to the Kala Patthar and saw an eyeful of Mt. Everest.  Words fall short to explain the beauty of Khumbu region which is known for its natural treasure, unique flora and fauna, away from the world at the top of the world. Absolute simplicity immersed with peace and serenity, life settles down there and you feel one with nature.
Though the journey sounded like “too long” to be away from home, office, the virtual and the real world, I was ready to be a part of the world’s one of the most fantastic trekking experience. When got into the charter flight flying to one of the world’s most dangerous airport Lukla (2800 meters/30 minutes), a wave of fear crossed the mind that I may never return. When pilot Vijay Lama shook my hand, I just had 6 words to utter “our life is in your hand”.
With 4 others in the group, our trek began from Lukla with 3 porters and a guide. The first day was from Lukla to Phadking, second day trek was from Phadking to Namche. After a spectacular sunrise, we descended steeply to the Dudh Kosi before climbing to join a ridge contour trail offering farewell views of Everest, Nuptse, Lhotse, Ama Dablam and other Himalayan giants en route to Namche. Toughest path with ascending, crossing the river Dudh Koshi several times, waiting the Jopches (hybrid of cow and yak, which is used for transport) to vacate the path, leaving the way for porters it was pitch dark, when we made it to Namche.    
Magnificent forests of blue pine, fir, juniper and rhododendron as well as our first views of Everest helped ease the climb. The view from the Everest Hotel is one of its kinds. A short, stiff climb brought us to the small airstrip at Shyangboche before we detour to visit the Everest View Hotel with its spectacular views of the Khumbu Ice fall including Everest and Ama Dablam.
From Namche, I had cold and little bleeding in the nose. The time we reached Dingboche, my nose was on marathon. Fortunately, didn’t have any other symptoms of Altitude Mountain Sickness (AMS) apart from this. At Deboche, my “josh” had gone up after meeting Mr. & Mrs. Kasahara (Japanese couple) who were coming back from the Kala Patthar and EBC, just at the age of 69. My and my friend had a comment; we people get arthritis by 35.   
We then descend briefly to a guest house in the village of Khumjung (12434ft, 3790m). The afternoon we visited Khumjung Monastery and could famous “yeti scalp” and the Hillary School (1.5 – 2 hours walking). That was a day for acclimatization. Next day the journey was towards Deboche. We headed uphill through rhododendron forests to visit historical monastery of Thyangboche, a UNSECO world heritage site (3860m), which was filled with fog and mist. There was a festival going on in the monastery. The cold breeze was gushy! The layer of clothes had gone up from 3 to 4.
That was day 7. Hardly used to feel hungry this time. It was impossible to drink the cold water. I had to break the ice to get water to be used in the washroom. Pathetic, but fun! Gloves, monkey cap, woolen wears, 3 socks, 1 pull over, in spite of everything; it used to be unimaginable cold. There used to be chimneys in every guesthouse in the dining room, wherein you can warm up yourself. But, within few fractions of second you are away from the chimney, cold breeze would gush in. Every door had a poster “Please close the door”!
From Deboche we started our trekking towards Dingboche (4410m). It was again a steep trail. We visited the Chukung Valley for acclimatization. It was one of the scariest days. On the way there was a plain ground, running about 2-3 acres, full of the stones kept on one another. I asked the guide, what this design is. The answer he gave me shocked all of us. It was chortens of those who couldn’t make it to the Everest & Everest Base Camp! That made me to remember it again that, “I didn’t inform my folks about my EBC trekking”. But there was no backing out.
Next destination was Lobuche (16207ft, 4940m). It is a short but steep climb to the lodges at Lobuche. We had to take it slow on the slippery melting ice. When we reached the top of the pass there were prayers fags fluttering in the wind and we could see lots of chortens or memorials for deceased mountaineers. The last stretch of walk was too strainful and I had some symptoms of headache. I kind of was worried. But was acting quite normal. I didn’t want to make the other team members worried. Started having lots of water and applied the Vicks and slept off, hoping that tomorrow morning I should only have head, no ache!
Luckily, I was fine the next day morning, and all back with my “josh”! All of us were again worried hearing that, we had to walk one of the longest stretches for 10 hours that day. We were ready. So, started to Gorak Shep (5140 m). The more nearer the destiny, the more exciting I used to be. After a point, wherever there used to be an ascent, it used to be ecstasy. Very long distance. Were tired even before making half of it. I used to ask, each and every person who were on their way back from EBC, how far is it. Finally, by 4 pm, some one said, you almost are there. We had through the ablation valley and plenty of glacial moraines to reach the lodges at Gorak Shep (16962ft, 5170m), wow, it was wonderful. Entire terrain surrounded by giant mountains, covered with snow.
I had this crave to eat some spicy food, the moment we reached Gorak Shep. For the last two days, I was not ready to take the risk of having my health at risk. So had to control my desire and eat the same routine, omlete and dal bath. For a moment I felt, life has become “so tasteless”, no spice!
We were just 1 day before witnessing the Everest. We did start very early in the morning, by 6 am to the Everest Base Camp. The weather was with us, there was no cloud, no fog. Sky was clear. It’s almost 4 hours walk to the Everest Base Camp (5340 m). It was a long walk on broken glacial moraine all the way into Base Camp, at 17,500 feet (5333 meters). This is the closest that you can get to Everest without mountaineering equipment.  On your way, you will hear/see the avalanches. The view of the Khumbu Icefall from here is spectacular. Entire range of mountains, frozen rivers on the way. A clear view of tip of the Everest covered by Nuptse and Luptse. Nothing can be compared to that. The path which people who try to the summit had to take was breathtaking. The path looked like “life and death journey”.
Alas, 10th Day! We were just a day before the amazing view of Everest. Our goal today is the ascent of Kala Patthar (“Black Rock”), a small peak by Himalayan standards at 18200ft, 5545m. It was just ascending all the while for almost 4-5 hours. There were so many giving it up and coming downwards. The people who were on their back, just stated, “If you are bad, please don’t go ahead”. Scary, but thrilling. The climb was tough and quite hard. Fortunately, I was all fine. Another mountaineer, who was on her way to the Kala Patthar, said, “My husband is going down, he is not well”. I got worried, but was telling myself, I am better. I heard from somewhere “Either be there, or be square”. I wanted to be there. And in the next one hour, I made it to the peak of Kala Patthar. It was the most magnificent mountain panorama possible I have ever seen in my life. Everest (the highest point on the planet at 29028ft, 8848m) towers directly ahead, while Nuptse, Lhotse, Changtse, Pumori and countless other giants loom on all sides. One really fells, that they are on the “Top of the World” and they really are.
Base camp adventure is a reasonable trek for the very fit enthusiast (it’s not just your body, it’s your mind as well), a journey to these sacred regions offers a lifetime of impressions and reflections. Most days are nothing short of breathtaking while we walk amidst the Himalayan giants to the jingle of yak bells and giant rhododendrons. Each corner reveals new vistas that transport our psyche further into the shadows of the daunting peaks. Traveling to these regions offers an uncompromising experience.
Is descending easy and fun? Well no, not till you get hit by snow, wind and breeze, which is exactly what happened on our way back. We took a detour to Dingboche village after Thukla where we halted. Next day, we started towards Kungjuma and halted for our night. The next day we managed to reach Namche and from there to Lukla. From Lukla we finally flew back home.
Trekking in the Everest region of Nepal is a lifetime experience. Stuck in history and natural beauty, every day brings a wondrous experience as the path is peppered with beauty, insight into a deeply rooted Buddhist culture while hiking through a literal museum of climbing history. The expedition takes you through world's greatest peaks Everest, Lhotse, Nuptse and Ama Dablam portraying the mighty Khumbu region, one has the occasion to explore its lower splendor in the silhouette of these great peaks. The beautiful alpines wave their hand all through your trekking till Laboche. Along the way, trekkers are showered with impressions of ancient Tibetan Buddhism as we visit and learn from our friends living in these inspiring monastic communities.
You get lost in the world of mountains and unfettered by the rigors of busy life. You will spend 15 days in a land where life is simple and beautiful, people are gentle and humble, paths are steep, terrains are tough and the air is thin.