Travels of a Poet and a Boy
The days have been long and hard
The nights have been short and harsh
The cold at its peak
The sun hides in the embrace of clouds
My train trundles in pitch dark
The moon shines like a beacon in the cold sky
I mumble and fumble as an station approaches by
I seem compelled to watch the unfolding might of cold
I seek reconciliation in the sour hot coffee
My minds darts back to my voyages
I have seen much and more in my travails
I woke my eyes to a dazzling cry of a dog
And have travelled far beyond my realm
I fell in love with a city called jaipur
Where forts remind us of past glories and sacrifices
And city haunted with the blood of rajput warriors
Where people sings song of a muslim warrior love with rajput king
I am no great poet
I am no storyteller
I am a boy in search of roots
My india unfolds in the destiny of chaos
The temples of rajasthan filles with past grandeur
When kings were gods
And gods were forgotten
Where people lived in peace
Where people fought for others
And others fought for themselves
Where loyalty was unflinching till death came
Where friendship was far beyond the simple words expressed by our generation
Where women killed themselves
Not forgoing their purity for some lusting invaders
My voyage went on and on
I reached Punjab the land of rivers
Where people worked on their land like anything
I found women and their trials
Their unflinching courage and love far beyond the realm
The lands were sowed and give birth to leaders
Who fought for us
They have the golden temple
Which shines the brightest in a dimmed city
Where food smells like heaven from a mile
Where people are caring
Where everybody loves whether you are an untouchable or a Brahmin
The state gave me the rivers where I quench my thirst I seem like a wounded poet
Whose words falter at the sight of majestic places
I am like a wounded lover with an liquor in hand
As I lurch from failure to failure
As loved ones depart
I seek refuge in the city of joy
Called kolkatta
As my love left me I found myself in the city
Surrounded by seas
Yet loved by the tragic forces
Where the food is as cheap as oxygen we breathe
Where the people are gentleman in the real sense
The girls are as beautiful as god could make
As sweet as the sweet rosagolla would be
I gorged on food in tranquility
While my words gave me comfort in the shadows
Of the tree that Vivekananda sat centuries ago
I am no sage
Nor a wanderer
Nor a man who has lost his soul
I seek the meaning of life
And its origins
I am no rabindranath tagore
I am no keats
I am no kipling
I am a poet of small size
I seek forgiveness from my words
I shall wander till I seek the meaning of life
I am no god I am no king of poor
I seek my way across lands of betrayals and lies
Hoping to inspire people to love the world
For we have short time before we lose ourselves to death
Death neither awaits nor keeps us waiting
See the places before you see the afterlife
I seek my way to new places for I have many places to go
Words seem be on ascendancy as I venture to lord Buddha birthplace
I am in serenity
The words disappear in oblivion
I have found peace
And now it is the time to leave yourself free
Gods await me my friend
See you in a new place and new era
BY: Abhinav smith