aim less

Many a paths

lead to 
destination

But 
what purpose 
are the paths

when there is no 
destination

a snowy Thimphu night

the sky is overcast

snow descends

in flakes

on the barren willows

amidst the concrete jungles

the solitary moon

and the distant stars

have shied away
this chilly wintry night

only a lone me
breathes still
to see your face

in the snow

Tears

Don't make it cheap

mean so much

Why let it fall?

a little too late

send-great-flowers.

Am I a little too tardy

to hail the new year

Did I bid the yester year

a courteous bye?

and...

What about the resolutions

that all and sundry makes?

What have I been doing

all these days?

Hmm… I don’t know

I've woken up only now

Belated Happy New Year