Best Himalayas Poems
Himalayas beckon everyone to come to its fold
In as many seasons ‘n as many times ‘n still lust for more
Music, all four seasons, they continuously orchestrate
A collage of fall colors adds beauty to its lakes, rivers and waterfalls
Legendary tales echo glories of gods in its valleys and peaks
Abode heavenly it makes away from maddening crowd, a midst the clouds
You fall in love with the simple and beautiful people of these hills that
Allow you not to miss your home sweet home while
Snow-capped peaks bring out grit ‘n courage of mountaineers
Contest: the hills are alive with poetry
Sponsor: Scott thirtyseven
Date: 20.6.2014
Form: Acrostic
Lines: 9
The wind howls across
Heavy snow buries the world
and then deep silence
I liked this better:
screeching wind, death sings
heavy snow buries, survive
a deep silence mourns
The boy was excited like anything else,
Like a new born child who wants nothing else,
So excited was he that he was heading towards a drain,
Which had not been closed since the last rain,
The man who saved him asked,"Where have you kept your brain",
The boy kept quiet as he was still dreaming,
And was in his dreamland where he was still screaming,
Everything was a normal a week ago,
But I will surely tell you what happened a week ago,
The boy had received a letter from his friend,
Which he had surely written to make him moan,
Dear friend he wrote The Himalayas are surely at a place you can never imagine,
Amidst the blue skies it lies,
Stretching so high that even a bird can't fly,
Covered with a blanket of snow,
Surely whiter than your marble floor,
It is surely the most beautiful place to where I have ever been,
By describing its beauty in this letter more and more,
I think I am deceiving its beauty more and more,
After reading the unfinished letter,the boy as usual went into a depression,
Now,I am sure you can imagine what happened a week later in succession,
So, horrible was his situation that he was even called a mental patient,
Don't pity on the child as the child was none other than I,
And seriously today standing before The Himalayas,I ask myself,"Am I still dreaming.......???...".
The tranquility of these kings,
Travels through the tunnels of my heart
The divine beauty of the Himalayas,
Is an ****** to my eyes
I want to touch them, feel them,
glide gracefully through each one of them,
I want to experience them in every chapter of my life.
thunderous black clouds
sinuous blinding lightning
river swells in spate
Morning has come
To this hamlet in the hills,
They have an internationally funded hospital
(Net of ‘inflation’ artistry in contractors’ bills).
Lady Macbeth, rinse your hands,
You will nurse in the hospital now.
The Companies have this experimental drug
For schizophrenics.
They want guinea pigs--
So go out on a marketing campaign,
Harvest schizophrenics.
Its like picking mushrooms from grassy slopes,
The poison ones to be sifted and chosen,
Only the poison ones.
Where better than this unmapped here?
Document the dementia,
(They were demented with hunger anyway),
Along with your Indian expert trained in Austria,
(Who is incidentally doctoring your bills
Eminent doctor that he is).
Frontiers of medicine will be tamed,
Do not count the dead
In this charge of the Light Brigade,
Suburban America does not want to know.
She found a job near Annapurna and when she trekked around a turn
It was like walking into a wall of beauty, awesome like a burn
It sometimes stopped her cold; this display words could not surpass:
Alpenglow on distant peaks, flags on a mountain pass.
Her ancestors lived by Polish rivers, but none were like Dudh Koshi
From Glacial Lakes on Everest and eventually to the sea.
A torrent crashing down, sometimes turquoise, sometimes white
Slowly weaving through dense forests at Nepal's lower height.
Get up early at Kala Patthar, witness Everest catch the sun:
Its light chases over the lakes and on the ridges runs.
Paraglide off Pokhara, see dawn mountains pink and gold:
Bright greens of forests, rhododendron blooms unfold
Cross Mountain rivers: the bridges sway like cradled dreams,
Ski the slopes in Auli, or row on quiet streams.
You can see the highest mountains mirrored inside the highest lakes
Look up at the clouds pierced by peaks, the patterns nature makes.
In Spiti’s stark embrace, stars hush all petty human talk,
Past Khardung La’s high pass, desert camels softly walk.
Dharamshala’s pines and meadows whisper in your heart,
Yet after a vacation spent in awe, you know you must depart.
Some trek here after wars they fought, or before new roles begin,
Some come from countries flooded with crime, their leaders do them in.
I'm pessimistic; on our future I'd hate to bet
I feel a sword hangs overhead, but we just don't know it yet
But this is a place you can remember, before fate hits the fan
Just don't drive on the roads don't breathe the dust, make sure to have a plan.
And as you climb to basecamp, here's another reason why
From real to metaphoric, you can use a Himalayan High.
Red Pandas are listed as, endangered
and 50% of their habitat, is in the Eastern Himalayas
The Red Pandas name, comes from the Napali word, ‘ponya’
which means bamboo or plant eating animal, that likes to chew bamboo
Red Pandas have acrobatic skills, using them high in the trees
but their forests have been cleared, for the lose their nesting trees
They are often killed in traps, that have not been set for them
and they have been poached for fur, creating genetic mayhem
Sister of the Himalayas, lovely in repose
A gentle dusting of snow cannot squelch her beauty
Her song is silent, she mesmerizes pilots,
Others may not recognize her, seeing a different mountain
We fly over, taking photos, there are awes and ahhhhhhs
We recognize her sweet tranquility for what it is
She is the queen of the range, ruling in her gorgeous slumber
Sh Someone says, wanting to capture her ambiance
Sister of the Himalayas, you have no conscious awareness
Of your influence on men and women in the sky
We travel past, looking out windows of paper airplanes
Doing our best to let you sleep
It is too many Peaks towering high
Snow-capped giants scraping the sky
Mighty Himalayas
Cold winds howl and icy blasts sigh
It is too treacherous
Those jagged peaks were so perilous
Glaciers groan and shift
Avalanches roar, and the danger is furious
It is too remote
Villages clinging to precipitous slopes
Narrow trails wind
?Few dare venture where only mountain folk cope
It is too unforgiving
Altitudes leave climbers gasping for air
Lack of oxygen
Only the most fit and resilient dare
It is too unpredictable
Weather changing in a breathless beat
Blizzards raging
Whiteout conditions, a frozen white sheet
It is too isolated
Valleys cut off from the world outside
High passes are closed
For seasons long, communities abide
It is too well-known range by Sherpas
Reading the signs, they alone can guide
Tales of the Yeti
In that vast wilderness, they reside
It is too extraordinary
These mountains that the human spirit defy
The mystical call
To summit those peaks where only brave hearts crave