Words From Himalayas

Neither I can describe it.

Nor I can paint it.

Only I wrote two words in my dairy long time ago.

Magical ................

Surreal......................

When I started to sketch it

I broke the tip of a pencil.

I only felt the rhythms, love, and respect.

Last time he asked me, “where are you from?”

I said, “I am from the valley of Himalayas.”

Again he asked me, “What is your identity?”

I said. “Please! Ask with rivers.

I am the moving reality.”

Sometimes you capture it in your own camera.

Sometimes you describe it in your own words.

Sometimes you romanticize it.

Sometimes you demonize it in your own screen.

But I am me.

And what is it?

Neither I can describe

Nor I can paint

Only two words are in my mind

Magical

Surreal.............................

Or you can paint with your own words.

It is the open canvas of beauty.