Sleeping whole evening
after meditating,
a hazy sleep,
with no dreams,
completely in some different place or time,
or maybe there was no place or time..
Dunno anything..
Didnt want to get up,
but it was night
and cousin sis woke me up
coz they were goin out..
Waking up, i sat, dazedly..
Where was i?
Where had i gone?
Had felt so bodiless in sleep
even those 2 times i woke up..
And there again..
Even when i’m home,
i keep feeling sad
coz i want to go Home..
Where is that Home?
Was i at Home in sleep?
Or was that just a glimpse?
No idea..
No idea at all..
Its late at night now..
And here i am
on the terrace..
Sleeping on the same edge that i was once afraid of standing on!
And yet no fear..
coz death wouldn’t be ‘the end’
it would be another beginning
of the continuous cycle
we call Life..
The sky upwards..
The strong currents of cool breeze..
Clouds floating around..
A few faraway stars..
And i feel nostalgic..
of that Home..
Coz there’s nothing left in this world..
The world is beautiful, no doubt,
but not Home..
No matter how much i travel
or settle down,
there’s no place on this earth
that i can call Home..
Atleast not for me..
Rocket man – by Maynard (Elton John Cover)
“And I think it’s gonna be a long long time..
Till touch down brings me round again to find..
I’m not the man they think I am at home..
Oh no no no I’m a rocket man..
Rocket man..
burning out his fuse up here alone..”
aditi premankit 