SIKKIM

As I watch the trickles of tears flowing

From the corners of these mountains’ eyes

On my drive up the steep road to Nathula pass

I’m drawn  nearer to streams from your eyes 

Whose memory melts me again and again 

Into  murmurs of wind 

That sweeps across  miles of mute desire

Along stretches of vast green land

Swaying inside mind;

Your silence killed me then

Now it heals

With  a cold moist breeze 

Sprinkling vapours on dreaming faces

That float like clouds on hills’ lovely tresses;

Now I make this journey up the hard joints 

Of your body across time

To your icy head  skirting my  country

Where love is under  high alert

Life  is a tough knot 

And every breath  ,difficult 

Turning me into a drop in the  trickle

Down your body Sikkim

Where I would love to perish 

As I  vanish into this afternoon  rainbow in your eye.

Comp. n copyright :saroj k. padhi

18/08/14