From a Hiker’s diary



I chased mountains
Like a wild beast after its prey
Like a bee after flowers
Like a hawk soaring over a lupin

Not because I loved the challenge
Or it fed to my ego
Neither it shined my reputation
Nor I wanted to be seen as the man
A conqueror and an achiever

In Mountains I Healed

Not because the mountains fixed me
But because they held space and truth.
The altitude thinned the air—and with it, my illusions
Of life, love, and lust

My grief grew lighter—pains go numb
Not because they vanish,
But because the sky was vast enough to hold them.
Up here, sorrow doesn’t drown you
It drifts like mist over ridges.

Silence here wasn’t empty
It was full of listening - healing the wounds
Wind carried no gossip, only the breath of ancient stone.
And in that stillness.........
I remembered who I really was


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