hailstorm in Chennai
carpet of ice blocks
treading he felt Himalayas
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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