Flats to the Hills- Shamless Travel broadcast- May and June 2015 - 07

Take it easy kid, my Papa's sis tells me,

your taxi's been arranged, so, no anxiety there, see.

Bua thinks anxiety is her own little child,

and should stay home all the time, with only her to mind.

So, I not dare any more opinion,

and straightaway head for oblivion,

seeking peace, raw greens of native home.

So, squeezed again, with my sisters and brethren,

the mountains deepen,

hills become lonelier, 

and hillier, and sunlight soft-lier .

The Gorges where sun is rare,

and the heat doesn't dare,

to mess with the noisy and frothy river,

sporadic waterfalls wett'n the land, so don't go near,

or you will get, 

wet, 

rather turn around,

see the grasslands bound,

village kids jumping galloping, 

with gay'r dogs, mostly black fur, hopping,

bopping, bouncing, little silhouettes they roam,

solitary taxi stuffed with Pahadis nearing home.

Flats to the Hills- Shamless Travel broadcast- May and June 2015 - 06

A few days now delayed,
staring north at the mountain's face,
Mini me kneeling on Himalaya's knees,
and so, I so feel so free,
soothed, calmed, spirited, entertained,
next is another drive of half a day,
which will easily take away a whole day another,
to a town called Pithora-garh.
A scattered hill town,
so beautiful deserves the Babel crown,
the quality of life pretty high,
check for yourself, talk to locals and get to know why,
an airport on its way in one of its dell,
excavators are in full swing then air tickets will soon sell,
just wait only a few years locals say,
under some spell their eyes look pretty gay,
they are not at all in hurry and are happy to wait.
Until then let the street vendor men,
from India's plains dominantly Northern,
are violently selling their vegetables and other production,
while they have been nicely told by the administration,
that if they shout  to sell they will be fined, even forbidden,
for to enjoy living in these mountains,
a common man needs quiet and calm brethren,
whose natures are needed dignified and gentle,
call it need for comfort or call it solace, or living simple.
Anyhow, the poor from mainland with their excuse,
get back to hagling and shouting as the law becomes a little loose,
reminding me this is an Indian city afterall,
people are many, and all need basic food.
Better look are free and furry street dogs,
Tibetan Mastiffs, Pomeranians, Chinese and a mixed lot,
of who not.
Most are lucky, have a choice to sleep in a warm home,
a slopey curvy town where alcohol and its bars are forlorn,
you will shun this spirit evenwhen you are alone,
as starry skies are all around at the eye's level,
chilly night town, looks semb'led pretty well.