New Year Eve

Once again, at the gates of another year. In this endless desert The New Year sits like a façade, A prop On the other side of which The endless desert continues.

We will go through the rituals Of living, loving, playing and crying Bringing and burying lives- The perfunctory calls and messages ‘Happy New Year’- We will go on with the play-acting, Feigning interests new Bidding farewells to old.

We conjure up illusions of oases When all around the desert spreads. Perhaps we have to, Lest mirages turn into nightmares.