The Alps. The Dolomites. The mountains beckon.

Into the high


When I climb a hill

There’s a flute playing in my ears.

Boulders become the drums,

My heart beats match the choir.

Lightening in my eyes,

With feet dancing.

Whilst my head spears

Through those silvery clouds,

My mind wanders

Into an unseen wonderland.


I desire to stop the Time.

I wish to spread my wings.

I dream the free flight.

I climb up, fly down.

Like him, the Seagull.





About Vinathe Sharma

I am an interdisciplinary researcher and practitioner. My engagment is to facilitate people's understanding of their own agency and the Actionable Space in their life. I draw from various theoretical and practitioner areas of Education, Psychology, Social Work, Environmental Studies, Literature, Sociology and History. I work with communities at the grassroots as well as in the academia.
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One Response to The Alps. The Dolomites. The mountains beckon.

  1. Vinuthe beautiful poem. It really took my memories to Alphs mountains. Their breath taking beauty will inspire you to write at least few lines about the serenity you experience when you reach the top. I had similar inspiration when I was in Elba.

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