At the Pass
Time passed by
and I knew not where it flew
for its wings drew no forks across its path
but I followed the eagle’s flight
from Marhi to Keylong
shading the sky
a shifting diorama of landscape
snapped memories of the city structure
matching the eagerness of our transport
that gobbled and digested
my weak angled compositions
around each bend and turn
as I twisted between two large people
sticking out my camera
while a rush of wind
wet moisture
cold awareness
gripped me and invaded my bones
and I welcomed its icy touch
finally standing there at Rohtang
waiting
watching
all things coming to a pass.
2 comments:
Is the last line a deliberate pun??! A lot of your thought revolves around "flight" (and consequently, freedom) doesnt it? Its a refreshing change from the self involved and obsessed writing that everyone is into nowdays.
Hi Sudeep!
The last line came on its own; sometimes you don't think it just happens..but yes it looks ideal there, doesn't it? sort of ties up the poem neatly i hope!!!Hmm about flight...i think that's soemthing on my mind all the time...movement and soemtimes the lack of it. change in other words-the acceptance and the fight against such changes. Travel opens one to extreme change..especially travel where you expereince a little bit of the harshness of life outside of our soft comfoy environments. It shakes you up. makes you think about the good things you have and don't have.Hence i guess the observations at the end...waiting for things coming to a pass...reaching an understanding of yourself at some level which is disturbing or conflicting and then there is this clarity...sort of finding a clear and totally new perspective. I think this poem is sort of talkign about those things...all this on hindsight okay!!!
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