Everything seems small from here…
Everyone appears far from here…
Busy people, noisy vehicles, grazing animals –
Away from all – above all – here I am – on a balcony.
I am in the auto – returning from office – back to home
I am at the gate – getting in for the night shift at the call centre
I am flying high above the tall building
I am eating cookies with that soft hand in my hand
But lo! – Behold! – I find myself still here – on the balcony.
It feels good to touch upon other’s stories from here
Though it saddens – to just see and hear – and unable to do anything from up here
Sitting here – and think about the people
Sitting here – fighting such disparate thoughts
Sitting here – I wonder what to do?
Sitting here – I wonder what not to do!
And in the end – finding myself – gloomy in thoughts - and on the balcony.