Girnar..
Looking at the lights on its steps
from afar,
i’m teary and happy at the same time..
What is it about this place?
What is it about the air here?
The mountain and the lake..
Just being around here
in this air,
stirs something in the heart..
That knowingness?
All those years of childhood?
This bond i have with them
as if they are alive…
All those years
when no one was there,
you were..
And still..
you are..
Maybe it was you who taught me
unknowingly
to just be…
i dono..
when no one is there,
you are,
always,
you are..
in different forms,
different disguises,
maybe in this tiredness and detachment too,
you are..
Thank you.. ^_^
aditi premankit 