My world, Other world

October 9th, 1995 admin

I feel I sit on the edge of a world,
on one side of a line that
divides one world from the other.

Into that other world I’d like to flee,
But I am in my world,
and in my world I have to be.

I feel I am in a world that’s a cage,
A moving cage, a shaking stage,
Characters on one side of me,
sit, laugh and seem to enjoy,
their loud harsh world.
Characters creating their image
by shouting above the din,
of my world, the speeding stage.

The other side of the barrier
I can see
the world in which I yearn to be,
An infinite plain world,
with soft blue moonlight,
pale yet serene,
this other world is so humble,
yet so powerfully attractive.

As my world pushed deeper into the night,
the world outside,
seems to become bright.
Endless gray fields,
with dark looming trees,
and distant lights show life,
all drenched in pale moonlight.

I can sense the cool wind
whiffing past me,
calling me to the other world,
ever so peaceful, so very free.
I forget my world and
get intoxicated by the night’s beauty
I feel carefree, my mind’s happy.

In my world, my busy messy world,
I have aims, ambitions and goals,
I have promises to keep,
duties to complete,
but the magic woven outside,
the simplicity and the timelessness of the night,
compel me to forget my world
they take me in their stride.
And into this other world I’d like to flee,
but I am in my world,
and in my world I have to be.

(I wrote this poem in a moving train, sitting at the window seat in the Howrah Bombay Mail while going to Guwahati after puja vacations at Bhilai.
Anil Krishna
9th October, 1995)

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