Dichotomy Poem by Hem Raj Bastola

Wake up in the tide
The dream that I ride,
How else can I hide?
The eyes are opened
Ship has already left
Restless are the waves,
Unable to postpone the ebb
Current is to fast.

Ere I fill the fuel,
Early in the morning
The smoke of the Jet engine
A line in the heaven left
Where stranded eyes
To the azure depth stare.
For the ink is over
And to link with
There is no cable.

To get earthly feast
Time is asking to struggle
How am I to solve in between?
Aesthetic anxiety
And the demand of bread.