Looking in

Me and that untouched glass of liquor

late at night,

alone at home,

me and a glass of liquor

Storms come and gone

yet the mountain has not moved

flowing eternally, yet the river is not dry

But my journey,

half-complete

but where does the other half lead?

to the horizon or to dark depths?

The season has changed,

Winds have changed direction

and the sky in west is glowing before dusk

But where are my dreams?

are they too half-realized like my halfway journey?

People labor and then sigh

but I sigh before assessing

that half journey;

(In front of that half-filled glass)

a mix of some success and a lot failure

some happiness and a lot of gloom

some elation and a lot of frustration

This first half of life,

have I squandered it?

I ask

but the glass is silent,

the content of glass is silent

Yet the dawn has to come

and the east is beginning to glow red

Yet my doubt is lingering

doubt about life, its meaning, its purpose

That glass is silent on everything

and all who have drank it;

they too are silent

In my agonizing search for width and depth of life,

meaning and worthlessness of life,

I am alone, utterly alone

and in a hurry and desperation,

 before the dawn appears

and that soothing moon gives way to scorching sun,

wolves of day-life come howling

I have to find out

Hope I won’t be disappointed.