Through the ages, you have cast a spell on man
Ancient to modern, from caves to heroes
Fascinated by your glory.
Thrilled by your sights and sounds
Looking behind and beyond your physical beauty
The man looks at you, and another looks through him.
The mind particularly sensitive and receptive
To your charm
The belief of Shiva is piece of symbolism of mountains
For the dignity composed and kept.
The love for mountains, virgin and calm
The heart melts for it till the dusk of the day
The night beauty when it’s away
Till the day’s dawn.
The mountain waves like an old breeze
The mountain rises like a small hill
The big wind swiftly leads the breeze
The call of mountains, so perennial and irresistible
Like a pleasure or a challenge.
The tall rocks conceal secrets within them;
Making men unravel it.
Every rock is a problem
Every rock is a question!!
I write a lot, which keeps me off the streets and out of trouble. There is always something to write about, always a new story to craft. Not writing, for me, is like trying to hold back a sneeze. Learning to write was the most powerful influence in my life. I can still remember the awe I felt when I realized I could put real words onto paper and tell out a story. From that first ‘a-ha’ moment I knew I wanted to write.
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