Mountain life

It seems to be god's agenda to lay down constant reminders of our insignificance.

Climbing a mountain is not about conquering the peak. Successfully climbing a mountain does not add any value to your  being or existence. It is not a competition to prove our mettle. Or to put it simply there cannot be any competition because no matter how hard you try you cannot compete with the majestic pile of rocks and soil which has stood the test of time. These mountains have been a spectator to the beautiful journey of life, death and the survival in between. They have endured since the beginning of time to qualify as a symbol of patience and grace. It is not a competition but it is an attempt to struggle to co-exist with the mountains with grace.

The thrill of climbing a mountain does not come from winning.  It comes from being able to survive and to co-exist. 

The other side of the storm

I am standing at the door armed with nothing,
I peek on the other side of the door,
The sky looks cloudy blue with specks of orange,

attesting the presence of good times somewhere...

The swiftly moving clouds, reminds me of the pace at which the life awaits me.

I cannot understand how I feel,
A plethora of emotions are revolving around my soul,
Each emotion trying to play its unique colour on my canvas,
These emotions are not new to me,
But the gravity with which they are pulling my soul is new...

I feel pushed and hushed,
I feel cornered and stuck,
I see no way out but through it,
I am still standing in safety on this side of the storm.

As I ready myself to go through the ordeal,
I wonder if the destination awaiting me on the other side of the storm is worth so much,

I wonder what all will I loose by the time I get to the other side,
I wonder what will remain of me and my soul,
I wonder if the new me on the other side is the destination my soul awaits...