Longing

Tonight I want to be the wind that will blow past the sleeping mountains and carry with me the fragrance of everything that is called a "mountain". 

A bit of pine, deodar, wild roses, thin mist, dense fog, earthy smell---these I call my own, my peace amidst chaos, my love amongst hate, bliss in solitude and healers in disguise. 

The night sky throbbing with the twinkle of countless stars ...a glimpse of the milkway, the distant snowy peaks, the faraway cry of a nighjar, crystalline streams cutting through the mountains and creating their own music, .....I can go on and on...

The eyes see it but the soul carries it all ...and it longs for it like how a thirsty longs for water...

How can one ever unlove mountains!?