* I have seen where blue and grey waters meet
on the way to Lamayoru
The Indus calm and the Zanskar tumultuous
Like the motivation for new rain
the Indus with green fresh water flow
meets the Zanskar treacherous and dark ready for romance!
* Nature reveals its treasures, reflecting my search —
We are looking for nectar, something like the power of Love.
* The mountains fall like madness from the heavens
only to stop at the periphery of the river.
Watch the elegant river —
she has the gift to unravel mysteries
* A desert mountainscape as lunar as can be…
Brown hillsides all smooth, conjuring up the female form
crested with snow white sensuality
An ongoing drama — white tops streaked with blue and purple descending into the valley below
* Crags project into the sky, strewn with primordial memories of a glacial era
Yaks grazing on those hillsides at one with their space
Motor cyclists: tiny ants crawling in the zigzag mountain scale
we were enveloped by something unreal, exotic, majestic —
we were at one with the snow!
* Clouds white and grey passing, billowing, kissing the mountains
their shadows moving slowly down the hills, caressing them
dark shadows show their languid presence
the writer and poet ascend to great heights —
Kalidas and his Meghdoot were there, somewhere...
* Dudes on a bike rough and rugged
The bikes are strong, their hair long
They raise a ruckus and why shouldn’t they
with macho pissing on the hillside and celebration,
A robust group photograph at the highest motorable pass..
don’t forget the leather jackets all French in demand class
* We were there too, among fifteen other jeeps
Taking our little snapshots in a memory card that
must withstand the truth of time.
Eighteen thousand feet and more — the Khardung-la pass:
a rugged tea shack, a make shift t shirt shop
a memento I will wear only if I ride back.
* We reached the Nubra valley in five hours
Following the road traveled a thousand years ago
by caravans traversing the Silk Route. Wild purple and clear pink bushes — subtle
* We reached Hunder in late afternoon,
to the Snow Leopard we heard from Jacque
We were headed to the abode of paradise:
meadows, orchards and a mind-blowing soft breeze
myriad brooks and bridges made of purple sticks
the color of flowers like a picture book
* The river was jumping, playing and gurgling around
The mountain was totally astound
ancient chalk white baby stupas lined up
* The views from gompas in Ladakh is panoramic.
but when Deskit stretches out it is breathtaking
There is music, a flight. A world opens out.
Like in all these skies the little black and red beaked falcons
Darting, gliding, flying — circumambulation! Looking down at the valley of flowers and nestled by the mountains on all sides.
* Built in 1420 it looks like a fortress..
the cluster of brown orange and chalk white stone
and wooden abodes of the gompa special.
Zig zag .. spinning out from a prayer wheel .. Narrow alleys to the open courtyard. There on a wooden balcony the mystery of a
smiling monk partially hidden. An exchange in nostalgia.
* Steep stairs and we are in the abode of the fearsome deities.
Dark and awesome. But Deskit is trying to win the challenge of the children’s school with limited food when the Nubra — gets cold as winter comes to the valley of the flowers.
* Look at those rays of light: long, impact full sharp and short
bathing the mountain with a washed mist… a wish
Then all silent fell around.
Eternal ethereal serenity enveloped
the music of silence...
a departure for the memory of all time.
* Mysteries of the divine:
the clouds are still
They have stopped caressing the mountains
Look over there..
kids having a ball rolling in the dunes. Redemption.
* Everything has its place of wonder in this landscape
But the overwhelming vertical heights of the jagged mountains
falling from the skies..
On the other side a river that once was now silk is sand dune..
Two humped camels, a gang, simply eating. Arrogance. . Strange faces. They could have made a charge.. Felt like a safari
* The day we left the rivers seemed different
The Shyok and Nubra were poignant and poetic
the day seemed like twilight.. but for the alchemist
this gentle flow was the life he was going to have.
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