Sat in a carriage
Speeding on rails
As the setting Sun spreads a rosy glow,
You see those trees, trees, many, many trees
From the moving window.
Trees, in one moment, You imagine
Them passing Me, or then again
She wonders, seeing things in a different Light :
No, I must be passing them, for that is
The Reality I know, though now
In this moment, I realise it can be
One or the Other ; that makes Namila
Ponder deeply about things, all alone.
The Train halts. Bombay was
But now, this Village is
My place. The future is here ;
She wonders : can I make it run.
Is it possible for me to be
In this space and grow and thrive,
Be happy. Shiraz, we are two liquids
Of different kinds, in agitation, rotating,
Flowing, mixing, trying to be One,
In an estuarine niche, a Third Space
Becoming one calm hybrid Being like a Coral.
An endless Sea, devoid of stirring, rolling,
Restless waves as is the case in the Mind Seas
As of individual Beings.
She merges herself with waters of all kinds
Imagining the Self in a new Light.
Shiraz, we have been left on a Sea-shore
Some distance away from turmoil, carried
By a rising ripple from the roaring Sea
On this Goan sands, two Living dots,
A Coupled Binary, amongst billions
Of mindless grains of sand, unknowing of Life.
You and this one, Namila, Me, we are wondering
As to why we were brought here, to this place,
Now, under the gaze of those flickering Fireflies
Up there, staring at us from so far, far away