with water so cold
Rinsing unsuccessfully
remnants dirty.
..Delhi times..
The water steamy..
I stand there listening-
voices I like in the hallway..
---
Between moments
I'm making my trip
Back, forth in time.
Between moments
I'm making my trip
Time stops...
pace drops.
Mind wanders
to places it wants.
---
I can debate
the soul travels too.
But no longer have to.
Its evident-
the feels I feel,
Knowing-
the meanings they mean
From a moment to the next-
Magically!
not a minute;
Not when life's fully lived..
It feels like liquid
It seems so lucid,
Good as real too
But
not vibrant
and not really real..
Even then
not complaining!
At least it's better
than the fact lying evenly..?
---
'Home is where the heart is'
Hmm..
Home is where the heart is?
Uh huh
Home is where the heart is
But not only.
My home is where the peace is
In the mind, and in the outside
---
Life between these moments
precious, invaluable-
These forms of day-dreaming..
A wish-fulfilling stroll in time?
Or
a concept super than fantasy?
Between daily goings and doings
On remembrances, I travel.
When back though-
in the here and now
I question,
my needs..
---
Questioning brings light.
Mine is bringing gratitude
Just the recognition ..awareness
Simple humble feelings
Unbound but confined-
In a territory sane
Transpiring..
from the naivety
To here..
All travel,
few question..
but its time,
for me to give up
the luxury.
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