In love with the sound of wood
As I knock on old doors
My knuckles and your weariness
A touch, few feelings
And these vibrations
Wish there could be a window
Or a key hidden somewhere in grass
For my soul can smell
Room inside is full of clouds
White and embracing
To float, fly and loose myself…..
Click here to read all my poems
Poetic vibrations watching Gangabal and Nandakol Twin Lakes (Kashmir Great Lakes Trek)