Batanga

The night is still sweet and tepid,
and I am almost done. I can hear the tingle
of the temple-bells on the balcony, singing
away its tones in the gentle breeze. A day
is near its end of so much to do
and to be done. So many doors to open,
so many mouths to listen to, so many things
to consider and ponder upon,
so many words to be said.

Just when I thought everything
was going smooth, I suddenly
realised that life is
not a first-class train compartment.
Sometimes things have to click.

The reality is always on the move,
dynamic and developing. A running water.
Read your days with
afterthought and sense. Travel
intensely and sensible, see
the lines in your life. Woods,
the woods and the mountains.
Free and open. The greatness
of the nature widens the eyes,
sticks to my memory. In my dreams
I wander down a slope with
carefulness. Tired. Dried in my mouth.
Going on, on, forever on.