The Gate

The Gate-
An old and rusted one,
the one quite abandoned,
the one, making the difference,
between the worlds-
of noise..
and of peace.
And I was passing
through the later.
Among the trees living-
and a leafy sky above-
only a few houses,
quiet in that evening.
Making way to the sound
of birds' cluster, reaching-
alone me..
Alone.
Though the trees could
see a few more humans- by
and around me-
Swashing among themselves
and the outer "She".
I turned the Gate
It crackled
It said,
Something-
Perhaps telling me not to pass through..
Perhaps just wishing well-being.

But I was to go there,
To the other side,
The other side of the world,
Dazzling with noises severe.
Wondrous, no doubt. And,
A different experience altogether,
Was waiting, for my part.

So, I turned the Gate
The old and rusted one,
The one, perhaps-
Waiting for my touch.
And I went through
Left it behind.
I left it abandoned,
Just like before -
Quiet.

( originally written on 9th July, 2001
 a little edited and published in facebook on Saturday, 05 March 2011 at 02:48 )