No Escape by Jaipal Singh



	As I watch from the terrace garden In the wee hours at dawn in Gangtok On one of rather cold lazy mornings Slowly a white cottony roll of fog Descends down and engulfs the valley In my quest for quiet and solitude Suddenly, I feel too isolated and lonely And get nostalgic about our mutual past In your haunting memories and thoughts. In those so utopian surroundings For a moment looks like time stands still The fog de-escalates as the time goes on Oh! what a divine picturesque location And the panoramic beauty of the valley The crisp chilled light breeze brushes up In my reverie against my ears and cheeks Only to give a sharp tingling sensation Suddenly, I realize two hours have passed Engrossed in poignant memories and thoughts. Coyly, I stretch in a laze and look afar Allowing my mind to wander away again A gentle sunshine plays hide and seek Among those shaded and dark clouds Now on a blue, now on a grey canvas As if a reminder of our shared past Times of the cheers, times of the blues Smelling so pure and so refreshing air The mind swirls back and forth in time Then I realize there is no escape in this life From your everlasting memories and thoughts.