Wanderlust

They say Home is where the heart is,
I would agree, but what if the heart wants to move around..
Moving around in rickshaws to buses and auto, looking at people staring back.
Years have passed, like cities..
I do not really love being here, but there is a corner in my heart..
For you..
For the filling you provide to my life,
For being the constant of this vagabond..

This time again, it is not at all tough for me,
Answering people when shall I come back again..
There is contradiction in emotions too. 
I am not sure how important these people will be..
Or you, in that matter,
You will remain a muse forever.
For being the constant of this vagabond..

Humane

We pray to God for the things we want,
While trying to adjust to the unwanted circumstances that it gives us. (I prefer calling God as it as I am not quite sure of its gender).
We procrastrinate. We crib. We work and cry.
While we keep believing that God looks at us from up there.
We are so orthodox.
We read Gita, yet we want results.
We are hypocrits.
We break hearts, yet have expectations. 

Craving

Darkness is difficult to comprehend.. 
We don't get to see, 
Its soothing, yet hurts us.
Dust can accumulate so freely in the dark. Insects start searching for the light.
We keep looking for things to hold.. to touch..
Dark scares us..
Puts us in tension..

Absence

Sometimes its just so difficult to pretend.. Or even to be yourself.
To stay out of home.. To be disconnected... From another set of mortals.
There's a battle.. Moment to moment..
To work, laugh, love..
To live.  To survive..
A part of us always loves the free spirit.. A part of us doesn't want to talk about our past....

Spring

As the cold dissolves, slowly there are winds.. To your land.. 
To nowhere.. 
There are no clouds these days.. Just like when fate chooses to be silent.. 
But with the roar and chill of an uncanny fear.. 
The sky cries out..
Colors would be seen.

Telepathy

I have got a new phone now, not that I enjoy it a lot.. Just got it for some people..
They stopped texting me back when I texted them.
They say I am now connected. To them.. To much of the world..

I am not really sure.. It shakes me at times.. To realise how big the world is..
You and I... We are far..
Near with the phone..
Its metaphysical...
It is beyond much of our comprehension...
Transcedental...