I don’t have you anymore,
But, what does that even mean?
I have lost your physical presence,
In that, your ‘form’ no more exists,
As it once did.
But, were you form alone?
Or, was there more of you?
May be that which they call ‘spirit’?
Hello there. Been some time since I was here. I made a short trip to McLeodgunj, Dharamkot, Chamba and Khajjiar, hill stations in the Indian state of Himachal Pradesh. Splendidly surrounded by hills, streams, lakes, variety of trees, buddhist monks etc. Clicked some pictures from the hotel and on my way to these places.
Sharing some pictures from my recent visit to Nagaland, a state in India.
Picture Courtesy: Fleur Treurniet via Unsplash
Picture Prompt for Three Line Tales – Courtesy: Sonya
“I have changed form after form for millennials together:
Following signage after another, hunting treasures in search of the mystical experience(s).
Here I stand, tired, worn out again and within me I carry the same lingering thought(‘Unicorn this way’), alluring me to start the search again..”
Photo by Zara Walker via Unsplash
Challenge: Three Line Tales by Sonya
In this long winter night,
Bask while lasts this warmth, this light,
And then, surrender restfully to the silent dark winter night!
I see two bodies
Lying side by side,
Identical in form and appearance.
What is surprising is
That they look just like me.
So, now we are three of us here!
In this funeral pyre,
Through the space between the logs
That I have been placed within,
I see the faces
Of people known to me.
Their faces made visible
In this dark new moon night,
By the fire’s light.
The fire that is glorious,
Whose flames have now reached
Quite a height.
My body is burning intensely,
Like would a fuel.