Just outside it was a different world
A world from travel books
From dreams you don't want to end or
Where the movies say romance happen
A sanctuary of peace in my head

And I was there, for the first time
To feel it, to touch it, to breathe it
The mountains were not just real
They were some few miles away
I was a part of it at this moment

That morning was a bit misty
as I wiped off it from my glasses
And then I saw the majestic scene
white snow like veins on the forehead
And a greenish subtle undertone

It was still a photograph with a frame
A frame of clouds, of mist, of miles
This time the brown was different too
The snow was whiter, like purity, different
From what I had painted in my drawing

What would I take home of this, I wondered
If at all anything, would the colourful flags
Or the brass artwork be of any value
Once it loses, not it's colour or glitter
But is fragrance of the brown and white
Mountains

©iamsnehanshu