Future Present

When i was eleven, i said
"My future is there in the skies,
beyond the hills, in some strange countries
doing strange things."
Anything beyond Mongar town
was good and strange enough!
So i thought and thought.

Then i went to college,
then i almost forgot that word, which almost meant
anything!
As i got buried in books
picking signs and smirks of girls and playing with
pimple sores morning and afternoon.
Future got laid!

Now,
the future is here,
Loud and clear.
It is work, family, friends and me
and my computer and my facebook account
and the last official mail that i responded.

It is the daily breath i take,
Anew with even more things to do.
which appears almost endless and with
seamless design.

There is no looking beyond that blue hills,
It is what i do or what i don't,
that drives or stops my future.
The time stops here, it is with me.

I take the seat, i pretend to transcend the clutter
and clanks and noise of the phone or people
at least i imagine i understand what i do.

Then i dream with my eyes open,
that i am sailing in the web of life
endless words, endless works, plans,
instructions, routine.

It is the wizardry of my own making
and also of the maker...I am sitting
watching the drill and din
Day in and day out...

But at times i hear a whisper
from the whisperer in me who says

"You are standing on your future".


July the 29th