I had left India on the morning of Tuesday 8th, back to " कर्मभूमि ", the land of work. First three days was a stone thrown to the head and reality kicks back hardest. Nah, nothing like that; it was as if I knew this void would be there, so I shunted myself somehow during the 15 days I spent back home...
Now to think of it, I was missing here when I was there, and I am constantly missing there when I am here...
This mind is so volatile: Back, no stay, no back for better, no stay a while for best... time oscillating between energetic spells and couch potato weekends; striving to get somewhere other than here, some time other than now...
Drifting like air from place to place,
Pace is so slow I am not sure about the race,
Eyes are drifting away from focus
Surprisingly not feeling any pain
Just being curious about stability
When will my mind get some peace
Why this agitation of a constant nature
Who is that holding the stick and moving the water
Tranquility for sure is not constant
You're sure to feel it for an instant
Then you get back to the constant search
Trying to find the source of mirth
Then again, why do we seek
That which cannot be found, that which is meek
Stay a while and be patient
For time will give when most in need
So I sit and wait, ah so raring
I want it right away, but I know I won't have it
Wait for a while, and count the moments
That you surrender for the ultimate splendour...
I can go on with these stupid lines which may not make sense to me tomorrow morning, but I am a poet, it is not supposed to make sense at any other time than now
Hoping for better inspirations next time...
Gaggy
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