Lost in the hills

Walking up and down the slope; sometimes a stroll-

Sifting through the thickets of Himalayan forests;

Sometimes stopping by the woods and rediscovering the soul,

Off and on the tired body yearns for a rest.

Cold nights of wonder- full of spirits and roll,

With endless banters and laughters at its best.

Amidst the sombre vastness, beauty urfurled-

And I lose myself to never come back!