Atop a hill

I climb
to the top of wonder hill,
an unfamiliar route -
perspiring skin and under-skin
conversing as-if with
breathless lungs
and
the squeaky stomach -
struggling
to keep it together.

Atop the hill,
tired,
i see the world
steady,
unchanged,
from left to right,
changing steadily
with my steady gaze,
that comes back a full circle.

Atop the hill,
I see,
a tired climber,
steady,
between,
pangs of breath,
that dissolve
watching the world go by
left to right
outside
and
top to down
inside.

Atop the hill
I watch,
un-watched.

Indifference

She told me things were okay
in a manner that was okay
a few days ago
and
I thought all was okay
in a manner that was okay to me.

Workplace problems are complicated
not just complex
coz okay is an indecipherable group of syllables-
two syllables
with a side each

I am okay and not okay simultaneously
like a buffalo with lice on the back
at times,

serving indifference,
with a smile,
in a world where its okay to be and not to be!