Monday 19 July 2010

Waking up...

Sitting on the couch I close my eyes,
And let my imagination be my guide...
To take me to the land of similar sounds...
Where to the visuals I am not bound...

These drop of summer rain,
As they fall on my window pane...
With voices of the vehicles moving...
And the smell in the air spreading...

Take me back to my days in Cuffe Parade, Bombay,
When on closing my eyes I would be in the same ambience as today...

In the morning when I entered my room,
This was probably hours before noon...
The fragrance in the air I could smell...
Brought me happiness because I know what I felt...

That I was back in my Master's city,
The holy pilgrim in the small town in Shirdi...
It felt like I was in one of the hotel rooms I ve stayed in,
What was missing here was the Dwarkamai and Samadhi Mandir...

But climbing down the stairs of the old Brotherton library,
I felt like I was going to my Sai's Samadhi...

So now a question comes to my mind...
For how long can these visuals bind...
Me... In this place I am still new to...
And people I know here will soon be few...

No... I dont need an air ticket to travel back to MY land...
Just 'closing my eyes' again is now my plan...