Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Home

a mystical land

a fictional place

opens up through your plane window


mountains yawns

trees slide down

making way

for your bird to land


clouds play 

havoc

over mountain top

flat land

the mechanical bird

is warm, silent


crowded markets

colored streets

hawkers yell

dollars deteriorate


the sun

has a special place

to the left,

unfamiliar

from your own land


the roads are tiny

zipping through

breasts of mountains


goats stand tall

eating grass

the wind shaking

their food


its hunger time

you quiver

with the nostalgia

of thirst


flags flutter

calling for the dead

to return


there are chants

mantras

in monotone


the mountain reverberating

in its own echo

till you reach to pay for

toll


you are 

2000 ft above


the valleys

the sunlit paths

the birds flying below

the muffled air

the disguised laugh


echo of your own heart


"home"


"om"


"om"

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