All my life I was looking for peace and safety
But I am no match for someone who is shrewd and crafty
I was looking for connection and appreciation
Getting only phony and selfish relation
Then came the Kargil summer.
The city gives me the materialistic high
But I almost forgot the clear blue sky
For a moment when I see city lights, life does feel bright
But something inside me bite
Then came the Kargil summer.
In city daily I get bore
Tired of food and emotions impure
I am lucky as someone is always watching me over
Restraining me from giving an easy walkover
Telling me , you are no pushover
Then came the Kargil summer.
That Angel read me the following line
Explore, dream and discover, and you will be fine
A happy soul radiating more energy than the sun
A nanosecond with that angel is happiness and fun
So my travel story was spun
Then came the Kargil summer.
Mountain range with white snowcap
Joy forced me to clap
Angel told , Live not longer, but deeper
One can only glow if someone is a joy spreader
Don’t be content only with Mobile mountain wallpaper
Then came the Kargil summer.
The Mountain air comes from heaven
Birds there are poets sitting outside every tavern
Hills are neither station nor destination
They are the launchpad of imagination
Moving all travellers out of stagnation
Then came the Kargil summer.
Only heroes live on mountains no villain
With or without vermillion
Whenever they talk, walk, or even mock
It comes as a shock
How someone can be so full of love
Then came the Kargil summer.
At night mountains grow cold and silent
That’s the time for the traveller to repent
What use are relation
If one avoids them in every situation
Never a cause of your elation
Then came the Kargil summer.
The morning on the hill
Natural beauty with chill
Trees and birds spreading spiritual bliss
The happiness of the river , no-one want to miss
Everyone wants to continue watching this
Then came the Kargil summer.
A message on the phone
From someone helping me atone
A long chat satisfies my spirit’s hunger
I am one happy human with no anger
Unaware of location danger
Then came the Kargil summer.
Then my heart and body start to roll
Music of nature waking up my soul
My hired bike also gets spinning
Every day is a new beginning
Every picture is prizewinning
Then came the Kargil summer.
Now all my travel days are up
Now it’s my last teacup
My solitude is waiting for me back home
No Mountain tracks to roam
But still ‘Welcome Home’
Then came the Kargil summer.