Wednesday, April 7, 2010

AN IRONY

Oblivious of the harsh realities
of existence.
Pulling on,
Without making much sense.

Witnessing the fading-off
of the clouds,
leaving no footprints.
Observing equable mental climate,
without advancing any hints.

Devoting
best of time,
Irrigating barren land,
not knowing the fence.
Watching,
clear and clean sky,
Sickle like moon.
Climate of opinion,
splitting how soon.

Decoding the presence
of thought,
of yesterday.
Trying to apply it
for future,
I know they may.

Considering the attitude
for tomorrow,
yet hence.
Oblivious of the harsh realities
of existence.

(22nd November, 1998 / Kanglung, Bhutan: 7:40 pm)

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