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"