Diary of an Internet Addict

We met in the shadows of the multi-coloured mountains

We danced on the banks of Indus

The cool crisp afternoon

and the burning sun

and the moon! A sliver of white

against the blue sky

roofed the sleeping palace of rocks and dust

where its people are long gone

The steps weaving sands and stones

upwards, always upwards, to gold and red gonpas.

oh fair Ladakh. oh harsh Ladakh.

Will you not return my soul?

I recalled I wrote this poem somewhere, but I guess I forgot to upload it here.
I was seriously crying for 1 hour or so, as we flew to Sri Nagar to transfer to Delhi.