Manali-Leh 2005!!
324 kms away from Ladakh when I found a pencil at the back of the Tata Sumo's deck!!

One town to one village,
the stigma with the call,
shorouded by temporary glances,
nestled on my own.
Imitation mirror,
ridiculed castles,
a need to differ,
bridge o'er the river.
Stopped by blindfolds,
They'd grand by epitah!
A hyssop exterior.
Im alone, left
So confused by extremes,
anexxed by thy grace,
She paints with spatula,
the bag-packs are lost,
the stones dont turn,
we are all alone.
The town girl raceme,
Charging us fiction,
perplexed by emotion,
will this ever come again?
A microfilm of sundance,
a broken camera to me,
throughout the dark,
never another journey.


I think I was listening to Simon and Garfunkel those days.