Monday, 6 July 2009


It’s another dull July morning—sodden, deadened and passionless. Gray sheets of clouds are stacked, one upon another, in abandonment of all expectations and expressions. An unexciting dawn slowly steps in.
I fear this stolid presence of moments. I fear this suspense surreptitiously buried in prospect. I fear these frowns of eventuality so perfectly painted upon my hopes. I lie defenceless, curled up in own tiny space with all judgements neatly proscribed.
The reasons are imprisoned, brutally crushed in soul cages for all past revolts. They have no pain to hide, yet it remains secreted for expressions not being so forthcoming. Still I glimpse a veiled hearth of rebellion tenderly smudged into patches of obscurity upon walls and roofs of the coops while the sullen sky bluntly folds of her smoky wings to conceal all radiance of the sun.
Only stream of pleasure flows through an infinite valley of dreary moments is of irrefutable divinity in truth.


  1. That, to me, reads like lovely poetry. And what a fabulous picture to go with your post! There's a part of me that likes also such sodden and gray days. I long for rains in these hot summer days in the desert.
    Best wishes and hope your days to follow are brighter. Cheers.

  2. Nice to have reflections of your soul on my blog page, Celine.
    The shot was taken by Lopa during our June Kedartal trek...may visit her album at
    I have also published Kedartal travelogue on my travel blog at

  3. beautiful snap and the text as well :)

    thanks for sharing it


  4. Thanks for visiting my blog.
    U write very well and was great too see ur travelogue.Lopa's pics are amazing. I remember seeing her messages long back on Himalayan lovers yahoo group.
    I too keep planning for trek trips..may be I will take cues from ur blog!

  5. Great to know nature lovers...


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