A majestic sun
Plays hide and seek
With dense clouds
Impervious, yet so clear.
Below sags a lowly hill
Crowned with crystals
Yellow, purple,
Orange and blue.

The cement structures
Grow smaller
And smaller
Until sight leaves them
To take in the vast fields
Of cotton pieced out
From the clouds above.
A stork white as a ghost
Smoothly slices through
The air like a blade so sharp
It bleeds
Over hutments of mud
Neatly lined below.

And where does your journey
Take you?
Across continents
Time zones
And oceans.
Do you travel
To find a home
Or to leave it behind?

We’re globe-trotters too
Like you
Voyaging through seas
Flying through clouds
Riding through mountains
For adventure,

But unlike you
We seek,
And so
We seldom find.

Stop a while
Take my hand
As I empty my pockets
To lighten and disburden
To fly to no end.

Other Worlds

When the stars dim down
And the moon’s shine wavers
Do you look up at the blue darkness
Wide-eyed, hoping to light the world
With only your eyes?
When the music stops jerkily
Amidst intense talks
Do you begin to hum calmly
To fill the gaps
Between silences?
When the bright flower
That gave you joy
Withers by sundown
Do you sprinkle water
On its supple petals
Trying to revive it?
When the raindrops hurt
Your skin, do you look up
And talk to the clouds
That bear down on you
Wordlessly, yet powerfully?
Do you shield your eyes
From the blazing sun
But glare back at it
From between the narrow spaces
Of parted fingers?
Do you switch between worlds
Others’ and your own,
Attempting to bridge two
Poles, distant and disparate?
Do you leave pieces of your self
Behind, to make space
For those of others to fit in?

Do the other worlds
Have a place for yours?