image2019, Mussoorie
When we visit different places, we meet different kind of people,
with different views just like the view outside our windows in different seasons.
Letting go all the grudges and regrets outside my window, I allowed fresh air to fill the room with pleasant petrichor. Finally, it was time to relax.
Listening to the music of heartbeats and breath, slowly serenity and peace filled me,
Ah! Breath is beautiful.
Outside my window, were a few trees swaying and dancing with the wind,
the cloudy sky melting into rhymes as if praising the best moments of time.
It felt like heaven.
Witnessing a magnificent sight,
filled with a new energy
with my cup of tea, I kept watching the clouds play.
The clouds flew over the mountains, covered the valley, gathered outside my window, and settled there for a while.
I went out to touch the clouds.
It started to drizzle. Cool air blew my hair.
I took a dip in the ocean of pleasant thoughts. In gratitude forever, feeling blessed, refreshed and rejuvenated, I came back home and got indulged in my new found passion. Distant dreams became reality.
-payal
P.S. diary entry after a recent trip to Mussoorie.
I received this tag from Anami .It's my pleasure to pass on this tag to Ishieta. There are 47 of us on this blog hop. Enjoy the world of words.
Linking this post to #wordsmatter bloghop. An initiative by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul
When we visit different places, we meet different kind of people,
with different views just like the view outside our windows in different seasons.
Letting go all the grudges and regrets outside my window, I allowed fresh air to fill the room with pleasant petrichor. Finally, it was time to relax.
Listening to the music of heartbeats and breath, slowly serenity and peace filled me,
Ah! Breath is beautiful.
Outside my window, were a few trees swaying and dancing with the wind,
the cloudy sky melting into rhymes as if praising the best moments of time.
It felt like heaven.
Witnessing a magnificent sight,
filled with a new energy
with my cup of tea, I kept watching the clouds play.
The clouds flew over the mountains, covered the valley, gathered outside my window, and settled there for a while.
I went out to touch the clouds.
It started to drizzle. Cool air blew my hair.
I took a dip in the ocean of pleasant thoughts. In gratitude forever, feeling blessed, refreshed and rejuvenated, I came back home and got indulged in my new found passion. Distant dreams became reality.
-payal
P.S. diary entry after a recent trip to Mussoorie.
I received this tag from Anami .It's my pleasure to pass on this tag to Ishieta. There are 47 of us on this blog hop. Enjoy the world of words.
Linking this post to #wordsmatter bloghop. An initiative by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul

Beautiful observations
ReplyDeleteOh Mussoorie is beautiful. The clouds, the mountains - not to add the fact that it's the home of one of my favourite authors Ruskin Bond.
ReplyDeleteNature is like that art piece you can watch for hours and still cannot be bored by it. It feels happy to come across many nature enthusiasts via this blog hop. Loved your take on the prompt.
ReplyDeleteNice description and loved the take
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I'm glad you all had this much needed break, Payal. Hugs.
ReplyDeleteBeside the window, with a cup of tea, watching the clouds play, Oh I so love this moment.
ReplyDeleteLoved the beautiful picture of Mussoorie you have painted with your words. I've been to the hillstation and this poem reminded me of those days! Thanks for participating in the bloghop. Hope you had fun!
ReplyDeleteyou painted such a beautiful picture with your word. Now I feel like touching the clouds and feeling a cool mist across my face.
ReplyDeleteYes, the scene outside our windows are like different people. Good observation.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I loved the vivid description and how this made me think of nature so closely. Thanks for joining #WordsMatter.
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