Saturday, October 3, 2020

A sleepless night writes

Dear Readers,

How are you all doing? Hope you and your loved ones are happy and healthy.

I've been busy writing stories  and poetry in Hindi and in English since the lockdown began. It's been six months now. I can safely say that the practice of writing has saved my sanity and kept the peace at home (even literally so) during the lockdown. But, every once in a while my heart wants to fly back to the mountains and walk aimlessly, breathe in the mountain air, caress blades of grass wet with dew, watch the stars tumble out impatiently --all at once-- at night and to drown in the cacophony of birdsong that welcomes a new day in those slices of sky that appear wedged in between mountains high. I miss it all, terribly.

But, for the most part, I'm happy and thankful for being healthy, safe and busy:)

How are you navigating through these unusual times? Do share. You know I'd love to hear. 

I've missed visiting blogs and blogging recently as all the writing is being done in notebooks with pens that run out of ink too quickly;) 

I'm sharing a poem here today.

Wishing you all a lovely Sunday and a beautiful week ahead.

Much love

Arti xx

Hymns of Himalayas heard
not too long ago
ricochet in chambers
deep and alive
hidden from sight
throbbing with red--
some call it heart.

I have no name for it.
Just a feeling that I feel--
a longing
perhaps, hiraeth.

What is it about rest stops on long walks
in mountains of my birth earth
that notes sung by children in hamlets and villages
float and bound on air and clouds
and break all lockdowns
to whisper in my ear:
come home child, 
the Mountains are calling