The horizon that is visible from this place,
The horizon is not a straight line,
The line of that horizon has become uneven
A flat top mountain,
Coming in between,
Has made the straight line of the horizon crooked
That mountain is a symbol of sorrow and piercing pain,
That is why it has registered its presence,
By disturbing the straight line of the horizon,
That is why it has frozen,
By making that line rise and fall
With a flat and level top,
That mountain,
Doesn't look like a mountain but like a huge mound,
Just like that,
When we are unable to cry,
And start losing our top,
We don't even know,
When our snout, raised towards the sky with hopes and enthusiasm,
Gets rubbed off and becomes flat
That mountain has covered,
A little part of the sky,
Which is pressed behind it,
Which would have been visible,
If there was a straight line horizon
It seems that the mountain has not done all this intentionally,
Like we hide some things and some flat symbols of pain,
And our sorrow is revealed like this
There was no plan to raise or lower that straight line of the horizon,
It just happened,
The straight line of the horizon,
In reality is a joint,
A stitch,
Or two pieces stuck together brutally,
Pieces of earth and sky
Like the threshold of a house,
But there is a difference,
We cross the threshold and are in the outside world,
But till now I have not found any such end of the horizon,
Where I can move one foot forward from the ground and reach the sky
Even after long journeys,
I have not been able to reach that line till date,
Which is visible everyday,
And seeing which one believes,
That the whole sky is just a matter of one step
Till date, I have the same old way to reach the sky - flying.
Some people have told me,
That there is a journey,
Whose road goes to that line between earth and sky,
I have not been able to choose that journey till date,
So that there is a better way than flying to reach the sky