The Snow Clad Mountains

The snow-clad mountains, Deep white, clam, and cold, Smiling, so steady and strong. To the far across, As I can see, As I can feel, It’s tender softness Layers the hostility. To conquer it, Beyond the life and death, It’s stillness, It’s lifeless, It’s hard rock stones, Cladded with mud here and there And covered Read More …

In those corners of street…

In those corners of the street, where books and a cuppa of tea meets…  There are just a few things in life that enchant me like nothing else, poetries, nature, and my chai.  When I moved to Canada in early 2014 and landed for the first time in Calgary, it was still all white with Read More …