Faraway House in Himalayas

Houses built to last
Weathers every epoch
Memories of winter
Are tough to erase
Long winters are norm
Yarn too have become worn
Warm woolens do thaw the soul
Fire place once had witnessed
Tales of Wild women
Who laughed around the fire
Windows closed, were once open
Welcoming the spring blooms
Under the aegis of Himalayas
How does one feel?
Perhaps a vicarious thrill
You need to live a lifetime
To become one with the mountains
Breathe the fresh winds
Smell the fragrance of forest
Hear the call of birds
Dance like the wild flowers

Drink the glacial cold waters

Sing the song of silent mountains 
I go on a yearly pilgrimage
For I can't leave the old habits
Of a chaotic city lights
That day in a year, I go 
I witness the recklessness
Of mountain weather, like
A young man who refuses to grow
Wild windy a moment
Sunny and breezy the next
Showering with snow love another
Playfully throwing a hailstorm
And all in a day
Can I be this reckless and at peace!
Futile good byes I bid to mountains
Like a best friend
Who never disappoints
Leaves me with sublime memories
Back to chaotic city lights
Gingerly walk into my home
A familiar comfort clothes me
Soul of blossoms and mountains
Did make into tiny crevices
Divine journey lead to me
I think of faraway Houses
Built to last forever

I recall did I not see??
Tiny sprouts at the entrance!

On the way to Kamru fort in Sangla Valley.  Kinnaur Kailash in the backdrop and apricot blossoms. 

The apple blossoms just sprouting outside the house. 

Yearly pilgrimage to Himalayas!