Can we reach somewhere on our own?
If we cannot drive or are inside way too long
Reading the wayfaring or
An island like university in memory
Your words feeling the survival
A gate locked for keeping away trespassers
A fakir giving you looks through the net gate.
Travelling in the mind
Opened from sub-conscious
Beautiful yellow rays on the recent
Face of marinated eyes
Ready to cook the recipe of vantage.
The fakir peeps through your net gate
He sees your barricaded compound
Does he want shelter in your home?
A shelter from his wet storm
Howling in his rusty heart and intoxicated high head
A pious ash shines in his forehead
Like baba’s healing grey Vibhuti.
Our world can crumble into dust
Sawdust of ashes we are
A hanging droplet
Clinging its last life.