Of Maya and Madira

It was a long journey 

Of seeking 

Not knowing what to seek

How to seek

Where to seek

Why to seek 

It was a long journey

Of discovery 

Sometimes, talking to a stranger 

Many times, talking to oneself

It was a long journey

Of understanding 

My childhood

Other’s childhood

It was a long journey

Of taking calculated risk

In life

At work

It was a long journey

Of foolish choices

For love

And life

It was a long journey 

Of writing 

Poems and stories

Journals and confessions 

It was a long journey 

Of knowing

That relationships is all I have 

Including the one with myself  

It’s just a call for dance

Where do I go 

O traveller

The heaven is in my garden

Where do I go

O foodie

I always eat a kings meal

I can come

Promise me a laughter

With my friends 

I can come

Promise me a dance

With my love 

I can come 

Promise me some peaceful time

With my parents

Don’t bring me gold that lasts eternity

A spontaneous laughter will do

There is an end in sight

Let’s March dancing towards it 

Reclaimed land

 A long time ago

I would find usual life

Very unusual 

And today

It strikes again 

To me 

As I was listening to music

Laying down 

I noticed a mosquito

Anticipating it to come 

For my blood 

It did come to me

And then flew back 

I was mesmerised 

Looking at it flying around 

in abandon 

A small flying creature 

Like those cute mini cooking videos

Of those mini humans 

Of those mini animals 

Why was it not coming for my blood ? 

The mosquito may not have been hungry

Once the meal is sorted 

What else exists other than to have fun and roam around

Enjoying the movement of one’s body

Complete abandon and chilling out in nature 

Unlike us 

Humans

Not so easy 

To simply have a meal 

And then dance around and chill

There is a constant fight in the heart and the mind 

It starts in the morning

And ends till one gets in bed at night

And may be during sleep too

Yet we understand 

That feeling 

We know that feeling 

We all have lived that feeling 

As a child 

As a carefree young man

And I wish 

All of you 

a lot of such precious

Carefree chill moments 

The century of the self

When I see myself

Skin

Eyes

Lips

Hands

When I see myself

As others saw me

Ugly

Weak

The trust of ignorance

The hopelessness of labels

The resentment of judgment 

The loss of misjudgment 

The strength of solitude

The beauty of truth

The comfort of harmony

The gift of balance

When I see myself

When I see others

As they see myself

It’s ok

Because

At the end 

Skin

Eyes

Lips

Hands

And it took a century 

For the self

Living my walk

A group of teenagers 

Bubbling with energy

Talking out loud

Right amount of loud 

Not shouting , like two guys fighting 

But the excitement of the youth 

And two guys 

Sitting close by

Middle aged, worn by years 

Discussing risk appetite 

For new projects

Very slowly, almost in a tired voice

And there were flowers

Which has blossomed in the springs

And there was this distinct smell

The tree was laden 

With these colourful flowers

And some leaves were falling 

A young couple was going by

Holding hands and walking

The guy trying to impress the girl 

With his worldly knowledge 

The girl visibly bored 

Yet, holding his hand

As if hanging on to him

A guy who just 

Delivered food

In a carefree mood

The day is ending

I have earned enough to eat and drink and dance

This was the vibe

A life lived daily

And another guy

Doing the same thing

Yet sincere and stiff

As if he was the Sisyphus 

Carrying the stone 

Me walking by

Watching everyone

The dogs

The cats

The trees 

The thoughts

The humans 

The moon 

And the flowers

Imagining about person

Who start wars

And a dumb question crossing my mind

Why doesn’t he come and walk with me instead of starting 

A war

May be he knows better

May be fight is what is needed

May be that is what has been done since time immemorial 

May be that is why we work

So leaders can collect taxes 

And start wars

I don’t know much

And flowers are looking beautiful 

And I have to go 

To sleep

A not so simple demand

 Years went by

Avoiding 

My heart 

I feared 

It’s demand

Careers are hard to build

Family and friendship too

Were not easy to keep

My heart too

Didn’t complain much

But blocked my access 

To beauty

To love

To joy 

To spontaneity 

To sensitivity 

Finally

I relented 

To my surprise 

It demanded some idle time

In balcony alone

With a glass of cool drink

Listening to the birds

The instructions was clear

Take up the problems of the work later

Soon my body rested 

And was feeling sleepy

And my heart said

Now just smile and 

go to sleep

As I walk

As I walk 

Everything around

Beautiful and bright and warm

my heart not so 

Plagued by fear

Robbed by confusion

And I keep walking 

With a small ray of hope

Of  living a life

Intensely 

Peacefully 

But the mischievous seductress 

Would not let it be 

Easy

The glimpses were enough

For the heart to 

Pass ages in 

Waiting

Hoping

Struggling 

And then it arrived

And brought with it

A cold wind

And a desert around 

And I walk

In the desert 

With a smile around