I have been noticing that my present
Seems to be reducing its presence
As though a process of fading out
Of life in the present has started
Though an impossible situation
Fading out present!?
People, situations, conversations
Seem to be gradually getting distant
If not distant, exactly
Hazy and unclear; certainly
The things that were, right in front
Started moving towards unknown
As if a curtain is falling
Between me and them
Reducing visibility and hearing
I need to figure
Why does my sight get fogged
With color of brownish earth
And why do I hear the chirping birds
A large banyan tree appears
It’s beautiful shoots eagerly stretching down
As they look towards the ground
Hidden under numerous banyan shoots
Someone sits, quiet and aloof
Long hair, long beard, chest bare
Looking somewhere with a constant stare
With his eyes half shut
It was difficult to judge
The object in his vision
But he surely looked down
At bare earth or the ground
And then with a pleasant jolt
I discovered the source
Of that nagging brown layer;
In front of his relaxed constant stare
I was seeing what he saw there
I know, it is impossible; but it is here
