On top of the world!

man sitting on cliffhanger looking at mountain under gloomy clouds
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The call of the mountains beckoned my nomadic soul and restless feet. A day long drive, took me to the foothills of the mountains, away from the mediocrity of a city dweller’s life.

Next morning, I was greeted by warm sunshine. Fully rested, I checked my backpack for all essentials and began my hike.  I have always found the mountains alluring. They calm my muddled mind. The ascent was uneventful. Eventually after a day long trek, I reached the summit by early evening.

The sight that welcomed me was surreal. The beautiful imagery of that moment is still vividly etched in my mind. Its infinite and all-encompassing space was so gratifying. The tantalizing sunlight appeared to be giving a parting kiss, to the snow-clad peaks, embracing the horizon in a crimson blush. The white billowy clouds drifted gently in the purple heavens. The eventide mountain air whispered scattered tales from across the expansive skyline. The refreshing fragrance of their ethereal purity filled my senses. I sat there for hours as twilight faded into a duvet of inkiness. The glitterati of the dazzling stars shone their magical light on me.  In solitude, amid the tranquil landscape, I soaked in its mesmerizing beauty and sacredness of God’s creation. Mother Nature lulled me to slumber on her lap, under her star-studded night sky.

Satiated with the abundance of nature’s energy, my soul drank in the divine elixir of this celestial experience. I was ready to take on the challenges of life ,with a resurgent spirit.

heavenly summit

an elysian paradise

rejuvenation

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Summit

The Heartbeat!

Image credit; Pixabay ( free images)

Away from the realms of the mundane

I tread beyond the path untraveled

to be surprised by magnificence extraordinaire.

Kaleidoscopic splendor greets my weary eyes

clouds weave a lyrical tapestry around serrated peaks

the winds sing ballads through the willows.

Amidst the tranquil canvas of serenity

sitting in silent reflective solitude,

I hear, the heartbeat of mother earth!

Sadje’s WDYS prompt #109

First Rains!

Rain Stoppers, Water, Window Pane, Drip, Drop Of Water

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Drifting clouds oblige, puff up to a dark grey

tender pearls gently kiss the parched land

each drop bequeaths a cool ambiance,

whispers a promise of nourishment.

Scents of petrichor fills in the sensory delight

dry summer foliage washed anew, now reflects a shimmery gloss

the green boughs sway to the percussion of the pitter patter,

earthlings celebrate the nectar of nature’s magic!

Eugi’s weekly prompt : Nature

Inspired by the first rains of the season we had yesterday !

Walk in the Woods!

The walk along the muddy trail of the forest was a revelation. The sky kissing trees breathed an organic scent. The verdure paradise was slowly awakening from its deep mossy slumber into a moist misty morning.  The raw breeze and foggy veil had a mystic allure to it. Their entwined roots and strong embracing boughs were a testimony of their primeval connect.

 The twigs crunched under my feet as I ambled along the wet brown path.  The woody heaven came alive to the sounds of the forest. The tweet of the birds, scuttling rabbits, rustling foliage, scurrying squirrels, hissing reptiles, trill of the insects, shrieks of arboreal creatures and the cry of the wild, all playing at their own rhythm yet orchestrating a perfect harmony.

The ambiance of the forest stopped the clock. I lost myself into her welcoming arms. Under the canopy of a green palette, I inhaled the freshness of natural wonder, soaked in the beauty of flora and fauna, admired the medley of diversity, and listened to the pure and earthen tales of the wilderness. I enjoyed my solitude in the company of nature.

Sounds of Solitude!

V. J’s weekly challenge: ” What pulls on your soul?”

Away from the rut of the mundane

as the wandering thoughts settle,

clouds of chaos dissipate

when all the noise is silenced,

I sit alone by the sparkling blue ocean

watching the tidal waves ebb,

soaking me with candid conversations,

washing away my wistful woes.

The nascent rays of dawn

usher in a promise of hope.

I hear their unspoken words.

 The sublime sounds of solitude

wrap my soul in a tranquil embrace.

Frozen!

green bench covered with snow
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Autumnal hues fade

seasonal baton exchanged,

bleak dreary act unfolds

 gentle snowflakes cascade

kiss the earth in hushed tones

burying the winters whisper

in absolute white silence.

The melancholy numbs the poetic musings

 frigid ink stares at the blank pages

frosty madness eclipses sanity

awaits the arrival of spring,

to thaw the frozen thoughts.

Magical Mountains!

In response to Linda’s Socs prompt:

Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “start with ‘m’.” Use any word that begins with the letter “m” as the subject or theme for your post.

I have tried to write a poem with all words with m!

Misty mountainside

majestic magnificence mesmerises

mistral mellifluous melody

mellow moon magic

mystic moorings

memorable meaningful moments

meditative mind

metamorphosis!

Top of the world!

mindlovemiserysmenagerie Wordle #206

Ineffable
Vale- the world, or mortal or earthly life
Summit
Boots
Ankle
Wet
Grey
Pain
Reflect
Walk
Pine Needles
Extend

Her extended hours of training, hardly left Anita with any free time. But she didn’t mind that. An adventure junkie, living life on the edge, gave her an adrenaline. This time, she wanted to indulge in a passionate affair was with the muscular yet mesmerizing mountains. She was more than willing to give it her all, to be standing on top of his gigantic heights. It would be another item ticked from her bucket list of adventure series.

Finally after rigorous training for more than a year, the day of reckoning arrived. Away from the vale, at the base camp, Anita and her Sherpa were going through the final check list.  Walking out of their tent, she inhaled a whiff of the cold air.  Her eyes scanned the sky kissing rugged peaks. A tingle of sensations ran through her. The light grey skies didn’t seem threatening, as they started their ascent.

Half way up the ascent, the air became thinner and its iciness started to pierce the layers of her thermal clothing. Her boots were having a challenging time to get a good hold on the fresh snowfall which was ankle deep.

The outer layer of her suit was a little wet owing to the dampness in the wind.  Sleets of ice, sharp like pine needles pierced her body. She tried to numb the pain, shifting her focus only on reaching the summit. Her breathing was now in short gasps. Undaunted she continued.

Finally, after a grueling 25 hour climb, she reached the peak.  The breath-taking view of the serrated jagged peaks shrouded in a mystic cloak took her breath away.  Though dressed in monochrome, yet their allure was hard to resist.  The frosty blast of wind serenaded a cold symphony. From the dizzying heights, the world below appeared to be buried under duvet of white clouds.

Her soul brimmed with an ineffable euphoria, as she reflected on her journey to the top of the world.  Mixed emotions permeated her senses as she screamed in jubilation, “I did it! “.  With a prayer of gratitude, she marveled at the creator and the beauty of his magnificent creation.

Why?

three line tales 235: a lavender field at sunset
photo by Léonard Cotte

Watching a painting exhibition highlighting the infinite beauty of nature, David stopped by one that caught his attention.

The beautiful glistening rays falling on the expansive lavender fields, capturing prismatic bubbles, the distant mountains, swaying verdant greens, it felt so alive, that he could feel the air infused with its fragrance, serenading him with a lingering melody, taking him away from the daily stress and woes.

He thought to himself, “When boundless blessings of nature abound, why does man imprison himself in cubicles of concrete, devoid of viridity in the name of progress?”

 

Sonya’s Three line tale #235: Write 3 lines inspired by the photo prompt.

 

Conversations and more…

Wispy wanderers whisper

Coy crimson crushes,

Nimbus nail negotiations,

Stygian squabbled sopranos,

Pristine persona pacifies.

Ah, the myriad nuances of the

Cumulus celestial conversations

of clouds and its moods,

can only be appreciated

by a true nature lover!

Word count :38

 

 

 

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