Sanyasi Nivas

We wake up to rains of candy

but our tongue freezes at its taste.

Naked trees hiss as a reminder 

that they bear no fruit that ain't a waste.

We walk, we stop, we run

and measuring every breath, we talk.

We tell them we're safe, not lost,

yet in our eyes, you can see the fear's lock.

When there's only a color 

wherever your eyes wander,

the brain becomes a projector

of all the places it can ponder.

Weeks away from the cityscapes

you start to miss the freshness of concrete;

Proving time and again that wild is where

paranoia and thrill decide to meet.

Pulses throb louder with every meter

we stray away from the ocean,

Nerves cease of pain with every inch

of snow, we feel deepen.

The Himalayas they say is the

home of saints,

A Sanyasi Nivas open to

those who dare to unconstraint.

We questioned life after the glimpse 

of a path so pure,

9 days of isolation simplified the meaning

of life into something we can surely endure.