Your feet have to suffer,
As your climb is too high.
Your will churns in sunlight,
Shimmers with sweat in moonlight!
That path made of embers,
Blowing fire , giving you scars.
Let them heal with your calmness,
Let your courage soar high!
©2022 Piyush Singh
The picture above is from my recent trek to Kuari pass. This trail was very thrilling and a misstep here and there could have thrown us falling down, 300-400 m below. An adventure I live for.
When nothing in life makes sense, when you feel lost in the polluted urban jungle which you call home, then you have to go back to your roots, the wilderness from where your species evolved. That place, those mountains from where you truly belong.
After another difficult year , I decided to go for another Himalayan trek in the last week of October 2021 and my destination was Kuari Pass which lies at 3876m height (from sea level) in the Garhwal region of Himalayas ,Uttarakhand.
It was an autumn season in the Garhwal Himalayas and the entire trail was coloured in green , brown and golden colours. You can only see snow above 4100 meters at various mountain peaks that surround you through out the trek.
Some of the peaks that takes your breath away during this trek are Mt. Dronagiri (7066m), Mt Kamet (7756m ), Mt Nanda Devi (7816m) and the nearest to Kuari pass, Mt Pangarchulla (4575m). You feel their presence like a shadow through out the trek.
The trek starts from Dhak Village in Joshimath (about 513km from New Delhi) and from there the entire trail is a steep ascend. The trail takes you through beautiful Deodar and oak forest called as Tali . From your camp in tali forest , you ascend above tree line, walk through golden bushes and various ridges to reach Kuari pass summit. And from there you return back to your camp in Tali forest.
From Tali forest camp you then trek to magnificent Tali Lake and descend to Auli via Gorsan Bugyal, a breath taking green meadow. From Auli you finally return back to Joshimath via ropeway which in itself a breath-taking experience. The entire duration of the trek is 4 days.
The entire trail is covered in snow from December to march and since this trek was firstly explored by Lord Curzon during British rule, it is also known as Lord Curzon Trail.
The Glistening forests , the shining bushes, walking among clouds and the stunning view of the lake were the hallmarks of the entire trek. Camping in the middle of a Himalayan forest and the stunning milky way galaxy watching you from above during chilly nights , is an experience that you will never forget.
These wilderness pushes you towards your roots, which is free from all tainted thoughts you have spoilt yourself with. And when you finally get to know what wrong you have done it is often too late.
So travel, trek to these places and see yourself correcting yourself with each heavy breath you take during the ascend.
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Don’t curse yourself,
For all the disappointments.
Don’t blame your self ,
For all the things which
Weren’t under your control.
Don’t shed tears ,
For the people you lost this year.
Your day may end today,
But with the hope to see
A new sunshine tomorrow!
Your tears may flow today,
But Not without sowing
The seeds for tomorrow !
Let’s begin again,
For the people who
See you as their only hope !
Let’s care for the ones,
Who wait for the Angels,
From the sky above !
Let’s begin again and do it once more !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Happy New Year Readers
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Suppressed by your own fears,
Shaken by the jolts of failures,
You’ve carried this load
Far too long .
How long can you live like this?
Injuring your soul with frustration,
Melting your life
with every second !
It’s tough to rise from this muddle,
Try to Squeeze your grit one more time,
Hold this ground and
Push for the sky above !
Breathe your life With every step,
Breaking all shackles of your mind.
Find your joy on the path above,
Breathing happiness of a free sky !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Underneath this skin,
Something deep within,
A fire burning ruthlessly,
Brewing the missing pieces .
Rebuilding the hope
Which was shattered
Long ago ‘cause of fear,
‘cause of loss of someone.
Keep breathing in the fog
Until the smoke turns weak
Until the suffocation loses
The battle against your will !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Your dream may look bleak,
It may burn with hopelessness
But those embers will not die,
It has a purpose to fulfill.
All those fears in the depth
Dig them out with your Will
Start again from the dust,
Become a blizzard in the dark
Your dreams are not alone,
Let them find others , unite
And roar like a raging river
Shattering obstacles of the path !
Never stop believing,
Like a flickering candle light
Fighting the mighty dark and
Shimmers with a melting heart !
©2021 Piyush Singh
Suffering seeps in When past is allowed to dwell so much in the mind that one hopes only for the future, without living in the present.
And without living in the ‘Now ‘ mind is always dominated by illusions which either don’t exist or may not happen in the future.
Happiness is sense of self totally engrossed in something in the Now. When we think that we are what the past has made us , we lose our true identity . We continue to live that past again and again until it ruins us completely.
We can only recover from all sufferings by denying our mind the sense of time or psychological time .
When we feel our presence in the ‘Now’ and nothing beyond it , we truly feel the warmth of happiness cuddling us with all the beautiful creation around us
Not very long ago I wrote about the nightmare of 2020 which shattered many hearts all over the world and how that grief came to an end.
2021 looked bright and very little did we know it was just a beginning of a cataclysm we would soon find ourselves in the middle of.
It came back and this time it began from our home, people gasped for breath , some because of the disease and some watching their loved ones dying helplessly in front of them.
There was a chaos in the city, hospitals failed to Fulfill their purpose, bodies piled up on the shores of the river and resources ran dry even for the last rites.
Media tried their best to show that everything was in order, government was busy in elections and many people who were thrown to conduct such elections breathed their last afterwards.
Who will talk about those people who died alone, in isolation, away from the loved ones, with only shattered dreams in their eyes?
There were only letters they read only once a day in their wards-
Papa don’t worry about anything , we are fine at home. Mother is already planning of things we all will do on your birthday next month. Papa we miss you every day and we know you will comeback stronger . Have faith in your God. Get well soon !
They read those letters just to live that possibility infinite times until their mind became so numb and their body became so weak that whatever happened afterwards seemed real only to their soul.
How difficult it is for their families to recover from that grief? How difficult it is to get back to normal life?
How difficult is comeback?
It’s tough to come out of this deluge of grief but you have to try with whatever you have and whatever you can to pick your pieces one by one and hold it together.
You have to remember the dreams of those who you have lost , have faith in those dreams no matter how difficult it may seem and carry on.
Life has one thing in common, it never stops ,it always finds a way no matter how many times it perishes.
Water dries, becomes vapor , precipitates over mountains , flows like a river and becomes a mighty ocean in the end.
There is an initial push, then there is a long day of hard work and finally there is a long , stretching night of struggle and perseverance. The three phases of an aspiring life .
Some don’t see that long persevering night as they get success early but the real adventure lies beyond the day ,into that good night.
It might seem tough or frustrating to persevere but the moment you focus completely on your efforts in the present you start enjoying the journey, rather than the goal.
You walk, you stumble
You struggle, you fall !
You sweat, you cry,
You smile creating ripples,
In an ocean full of insignificance.
You might not reach your shore,
But your shore lies
Where your will rest
And becomes sparkling sand !
©2021 Piyush Singh
The thing that lies deep within,
Divine Figments of distant memories,
Only reveals itself with reflections.
These reflections melt the clouds,
The clouds that hides my inner self,
Like smoke choking my lungs,
Like My pleasure haunted by chaos,
I fight everyday in the toxic city !
Only those who wander in the wilderness of nature find what they truly are and how long they have ignored that.
©2021 Piyush Singh
The Perceptions Square 