Determined vacationers vacillate between social and distance


17 syllables from Mindfills by s.s. for

Stine writing – 6 minute challenge (yes. Timed ­čÖé

JibberJabber’s – determined

Fowc Vacillate

Linda’s one-liner Wednesdays

Langtang ~ a haibun


pine incence



Deep-fried apple pie. The lady who made it on a pine wood fire will come looking me. I was hallucinating. Tiny arrows of icicles ricoched off everyone’s parkha and stung my cheeks. Rarefied air crusted the mind at 17000 Himalayan feet. We’d been walking, crunching white snow and ice from 3 am, trudging, dragging sullen weather for 12 dark hours, each breath, bitterly cold, reeking of exhaustion. The last bit of humanness, call it will, yanked us six remaining humans on this expedition to the pass, a narrow ledge where we’d normally thank the mountain gods and splay multicoloured prayer flags on stark white holy expanse and descend victorious. Not today.

We’d reached the wrong pass. Freezing, yelling winds ripped sanity. A sheer murder of a descent with no fathomable path glared back. Not a foothold. No way back. A blinding blizzard. And no rope. The 3 mountain sherpas, walked calmly to the edge, threw off tents, back packs, kitchen, water, sustenance, and hope, down a vertical cliffside, a drop of thousands of metres. In the mountains, that is suicide.

Our oxygen deprived mangled brain cells felt strangely content in their catatonic state. So this is what it feels like. The end.

But that last breath had a story to tell. We found one friable foot hold, held on, let go, skid, slid, got lucky, got each other… with no water or food for two days, one pitched tent scooped by the winds flying off into the next valley, frozen shoes refusing let in feet, and a primal GPS, we did make it. Eventually. And lived to reach another apple pie.


human will

~ mirage


Mindfills on Ganja-La trek, Langtang valley, Nepal, 2011, for

Colleen’s Tanka Tuesdays

For now

Laburnums like yellow grapes
drop in from the universe
basking as the sun boasts
of earth and time and balance
I sit in my garden smiling

Air-wended trees in summer shapes
spilling glee, tipping off a curse
on holy humans in far off coasts
the seas radio-transmit all at once
I sit in my garden ruminating

A billion lungs inhale and air escapes
infecting a billion more even worse
all remains wait for hope that floats
interring ashes in dusty abundance
I sit in my garden isolating

As entire generations turn to ghosts
laburnums laugh to a thousand suns
I sit in my garden writing

Mindfills for MindLoveMisery’s lucky dip – rimas dissolutas & Cee’s FOTD & JibberJabber’s – Tip


photo credits sangeetha

We lock our forever wish

two innocents, too innocent for consequence

cavorting intrepid, blushed in fuschia florets of insouciant love

Labyrinthine lecherous┬áCosmos laughs…’entertain me’ he says

pleasure me, fall into fate
my gargoyles spout into you

Fate, hope, promise whatever!┬á we interlace fingers, skin, soul…

We lock our forever wish


JibberJabber – wish & Thursday doors – churches & Sammi’s intrepid in 52 words

Make some room

For me you waited

behind your front door

in anticipation

wearing a buttoned shirt

staring at the white floor

that closed the gap

between you and me

so we could giggle

at the ceiling fan

With eyes and hands

and a warm popcorn tub

couching between

pink walls that playfully

coaxed squishing us

to lean in

while draped windows

screened for far far off hills

that room where we first kissed


Mindfills for FOWC – Tub & JibberJabber’s Hill & d’verse’s Make some room & Thursday doors