Pokhara poetry

Hey all,

Back again in KTM. The Pokhara trip has been a delight. And we are in the process of documenting all the delightful bits and pieces…so do bear patience for good read. I couldn’t help write a poem thou, reminiscence brought back inspiration. Yeah I write poetry sometimes, but I haven’t in a long time….so I might be a little out of touch. Whatever said and done, this is a poem I thought wanted to say what I had to say in limited time and words….so here goes….this one is dedicated to my one and only…..

WITH LOVE FROM POKHARA-

Early morning chill brushes one’s skin,
One longs for warmth a quilt can bring,
But the day outside,
Draws you to,
The quite rising of drops of dew

On mountain ranges blessed with ice,
The slant of light,
caresses gently warmth on white,
And golden fumes vaporize

On lakes as quite and as deep,
As Fewa rising from its sleep,
So vast, so still, so shimmering,
Who knew trouble brew just beneath

Coffee on the table top,
Giggling voices that could not stop,
The warmth of liquid,
Warmth of skin,
Warmth of feeling of belonging

The nights stirred sweet romance,
Gentle lights in song and dance,
Rustic hues and earthly shades,
I longed for you to serenade

Drops of fire, wood and coal,
Voices sang love songs of old,
I missed you most when past twilight,
They sang of departing love on a lonely night

Back again in kathmandu,
Back to busy days and nights so blue,
I had longed for an escapade so true,
So close to nature’s loving hues,

But mostly I long….
Still long….
For You.

Yours truly,
Hayah