away from the loud skyscrapers
and the shy alleys,
i keep looking for me of the distant past,
amidst the small pleasures,
the prayers i whispered,
the pleadings with the lord,
the soulful songs
the vividh bharti of summer evenings,
the echoing hill songs,
the chill of winter evenings,
the lonely bicycle ride back,
by the quiet river, quiet as me,
the tiny wishes,
the wish for a small world
for a life of small needs,
a small home, and
an ounce of love.
away from the chaos and the races,
my soul still weeps
at partings, and parting songs,
my heart still aches,
watching simple gestures weaved with love,
i still lose myself
in slow songs,
caught in a strong gush of thoughts
I still look for a slow life,
where i can build castles
with sand and wishes,
that last only as long as the thoughts.
away from myself,
i crave for a different world,
of not the stars, but a star among them all,
of a gentle breeze,
of a soft humming of leaves,
of soothing chirps from mynas,
and a song that flowed through
the still evening,
of unhurried ticks of the clock,
with me, waited the world,
for a touch that'd inspire hope again!
© sashikant mohanty
