When you live for years in a singular location,
It is possible to stumble into boredom or frustration,
And living all my life between Bhutan and Nepal,
It was easy to be restless as I didn't have it all.
So I brought myself to London and I blended with the city;
I learnt the double standard that is smooth and also gritty,
And still this restless feeling dances havoc in my heart
And is often activated when I see a piece of art
That speaks in whispers and in rumbles in the languages of light;
They rumble past and future and they whisper day and night,
Reminding me I'm restless and I cannot stay for long.
I must leave before I'm labelled. Labelling is wrong!