Leaving

Its ages since we saw you
Your unwanted tantrums
And wanted wishes
Have all taken you
To the city of dreams.

Far away in distance
Leaving us dreadful

Dreamful of your presence
And in the acoustics.

All of us have to move away
Far in the distance
To bridge the gap
between the dreams and reality.

But that would be so soon
And so sudden for so long.

All have moved
From the places of their origin
To the place of their dreams.

Recalling and reminiscing.

They say
Distances make no difference
When the hearts are loyal.

Leaving one home
And building another one
Is the part of life
For your tribe.

They say
The early we realise
The better it would be.

Leaving is part of life
But why have I
Not realised it yet
When it comes to you.

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)