Wednesday, September 05, 2012

What We Did For Our Holidays




What did we do for our holidays?
We argued about hills to cross
We looked precipices in the eye
We chased whistling marmots
   Through petrified moss
We looked for places where we could crouch unseen
   And look up to the sky
   Or down at the gravel
We flashed our lights at a Tara and a Bodhisattva
   And marvelled at their smiles
We climbed high past rocks and mules
   Past the gates of stone
   Past the gates of horn
We floated above an obsidian lake
   That changed its colours with the sun
We walked through palaces
   Where continents collide
   And imagined old caravans
   Of relics and the treasures of Tantrics
We ate tiny fruits of the sun
We went down to a river
   A boy in a world of girls
We wrestled with despair
   And gnashed our teeth
We cried in the rare air
   That it’s all too much for me to take
What did we do for our holidays?
   Nothing much, but enough.

-Bibek Bhattacharya

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Brilliant stuff bhai...just prolific, yet to simple. Touched. -- dev

Harman said...

I observed the nocturnal dance of crabs on a beach on my holiday.

Beq said...

Thanks Dev. And Harman, that must've been pretty special!

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