In tertiary times, when two continents adrift
Titanically collided to tectonically uplift
The gasping ocean floor
Resurrected up once more
Left the water for the land;
Five miles high it made its stand.
And to these youthful mountains (that is as mountains go)
The monsoon clouds paid homage as they gathered far below
They strongly spouted fury and made the foothills wet
But the scornful Himalayas dried the plateau of Tibet
And then the disbelievers from the atheistic West
Where time is not a circle and there is no Ever-rest
Defiled up the silent crags
At the peak they planted flags
You, Himalaya, tried to hide those flags with snow
But...
We know.
white pretty flower-
Himalaya monkey, bloom
every twenty years
May march forth, enter paradise my quill
May you hath,myriad cent hearts to fill
you prosper in , you fame in admiration
he parents in turbulence, he friends in quietude
he winkles in humans, as lustrous source of inspiration
Greater the gratitude for me he's, symbol of his beatitude
Vis-à-vis creed, blood, caste and hard achieved, a regard
As the tributaries of the Ganga, we’ve endorsed for the one stream
As the lineage and the posterity, we’ve enshrined for the Present beam
For every invincible sword as pitfall, a mighty shield
For all tsunamic ailments as drift all, a medicated ointment
he toils in pains, as meticulous peasant in field
Where incisive libels of solecism his, intended for brisk abusement
Don’t succeed- a word against me infuriates. A REWARD!!!
Limerick: Once the Yogi of Himalaya
or the laughing gas Yogi
I
Once the Yogi of Himalaya
Preached laughing loud with Prânâyâma*
They thought him immortal
Put him on pedestal
Now he’s the toast of lost Gondwana.
II
Once the same Yogi Himalaya
Taught laughing during Prânâyâma*
Lungs stuck to diaphragm
Voice: phonocardiogram
Now he’s part of iced Fujiyama.
• Sanskrit for the art of breathing in yogic practices:
• prânâ = (cosmic) energy; âyâma = vitality.
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2013
When world is too much with me I take a week off
To stand and stare at the beauties of the Himalaya
To get away from the hurries and worries of life
To go to the Himalayas has always been my pleasure.
To climb the mountains and get good tidings
Nature’s peace flows into you as sunshine in trees.
The wind blows freshness into you with delights
Storms the energy, cares drop like autumn leaves
Would like to spread my arms encompassing
The emperor of mountains, the roof of the earth
snow-capped peaks, painted across the horizon,
Green clad foothills and valleys, glacial waters
Solitude, fortitude, much above the sea altitude.
Will sit among the lamas with maroon robes
With coal filled Bukhari heating up the place
Shadows dancing over the old Tankha paintings.
If there is a heaven , if one, on the this earth
It is here,it is here,it is here,nowhere but here.
I have posted 10 photos of one of my Himalaya visit on my blog. Please share with
me.
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Contest: A week to do as I please sponsor by Carol brown
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