The Himalayan Sun

Feeling drenched in this Himalayan sun
I sit here today Sipping my rum
down below in this cold hilly noon
is same old beautiful sleepy doon
there is something in here
which words cant describe
like the beauty of few scattered lights
which merge seamlessly in a natural collage
i don’t know why sitting here with you
i remember proust or a landscape by gogh
these trees, these mountains
is where i want to be all my life
these damp cold clouds
these crysthanam, these marigold
is all i want to smell all my life
my old monk in this round crystal glass
along with a few aimless dilettante discussions
is how i want to drink my life
this lazy life, this careless time
i want to live all my life
and maybe say this everyday
Feeling dripped in this Himalayan sun
I sit here today Sipping my rum