Four walls in a room a writer lives there permanently; her steps take her to places and spaces. Her restless heart wanders like a banshee the mountain trail beckons to the valleys and meadows. Dancing on the edge of a cliff a nebulous love whispers the writer weeps however tethered to her desk; chained yet free Her steps take her to places and spaces; her mindscape four walls in a room a writer lives there, permanently.
Written for dVerse Poetics: Poetry of Place and Space.
When I thought of places and spaces…I thought about where my mind takes me. I have a great love for travel, it often pains me that I cannot often go to the places I want to go to…especially the Himalayas. I have been there as a child and the beauty of these mountains, the trekking and valleys often leaves me spellbound.
I have fond memories of Garhwal and Kumaon, especially in Chopta, Ranikhet and Kausani and of course, the unforgettable Chardham.
Someday, I’ll make that trip, again. 😄
A Writer In The Room 
the great thing about writing is that you can visit those places through your words, as you did here😉 very lovely, Aboli 🤍
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Thanks Destiny! That’s why we all write 😄💕
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A lovely poem Aboli.
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Thank you ma’am 😄💕
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You’re most welcome
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have ears
my dear
and the like eh?
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Thank you A.M. for the lovely lines, beautiful picture and the very nostalgic epilogue para. True for a writer more so for a poet, Good to hear that you have been to my place in person. Heartily thanks.
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Thank you! 😄 I cannot get over the magic of Uttarakhand ❤️
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“Homely” welcome!
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