At times, we want to capture a few moments, of happiness and of sorrow, of love and of hate, of elation and of depression, of zest and of lethargy, by various means. Memoirs is one of those means for me to hold time for a longer part..
Friday, September 17, 2010
But where, but when?
I want myself to be there.
Where? one may ask, where?
Of course there, where I want to be.
But where that place is supposed to be?
Is it somewhere near the zone of peace?
Near the abode of God, a bit like heaven?
Or somewhere near the zone of feelings?
Near the holy place, likely to be a museum?
Somewhere, where I can feel my existence.
where I can have a talk with myself, nonsense.
of course there, where I want to be.
but where that place is supposed to be?
Somewhere, where I can communicate with myself,
where I can discover myself,
where I can do whatever I want,
where there is no one to block my hand.
of course there, where I want to be.
but where that place is supposed to be?
Near a flowing stream or offshore,
some other place which is not so bore,
near a snow covered mountain,
maybe near a natural fountain,
of course there, where I want to be.
but where that place is supposed to be?
I don't know, when I 'll be there?
I don't know, then I 'll be where?
Perhaps, I 'll reach there sometime
Perahps, I 'll reach somewhere then,
But where? But when?
Rachna
3rd September 2002
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poetry
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