Sitting by the Window

Alone

Doing nothing

Emptying the mind

The thought clings to a piece 

Of serenity like the mountains 

Outside the window 

Breathing a long silence

Murmuring to the drifting clouds

Inaudible words

Indecipherable by nature

And I am staring at the windowpanes 

Abandoned dust marks

Trails of dried rain drops

Wriggling and twitching

A cryptic symbol

Of how life could be

My life 

Is here by the window

Like the trail we walked

Straight is not an option

Torturous uphill

Hurtful downhill

They are torched on the life map 

Like knife wounds 

As I walk through them

Then they heal

My destiny is here

Entombed here

Under the mountains

In the frigid wind

Where air freezes

And I keep returning 

To the place my soul belongs

To be by the window

Watching my life passes through

- scribbled at Manang Valley