The Want

Must I tell you about my solitude
That has been my companion through the years.
While friends become strange and then strangers shortly thereafter.
The ever receding tips of their reach seems shorter by the day
as I outstretch my arm to grab hold of their hand.
Oh dear friend, why must I ask you about your reasons
that has left me in this state of un want.
Your path is relentless.
It shows its new face after every destination.
Still it seduces, coaxes and cajoles me
to keep on with this bizarre addiction.


Why must this facade of the prodigal son be a reality.
The yoke of expectation makes me hunch.
This is a strange yoke as it robs me of my right to exasperation.
But it doesn’t imbue me with spirit as it robs it away as well.
The prize seems trifle against the odds that are to be won prior.
Must it be right to act against my desires.
Why shall an Indian traveller’s soul be oriented for a domesticated life instead.
Must i not desire the flora, the fauna, the passes and the mountains
whom I love and pine for as they are so distant.
The call is mild but its existence is as real as my very own physical self.


Dear friend, whence you come from and when you will be sated by my efforts.
I look towards this journey’s end so that I can begin another.
I shall travel where my soul leads me in search of the divinity
of this earth and its humble wares.
Thence I shall be the guardian of my beloved and serve her till my journey’s end.