Solitary Travel through India

In the pines of Deodars

where, the snow clad Pir Panjal

meets, the clear skies of

a spring night, full of stars

I bow down, to your lips

to kiss them once again

and soak in your essence

and live in your fragrance

Beloved, I did not meet

you, here nor in the arid

deserts, of the great Thar

but in a land, miles apart

where, there was no snow

where, there was no sand

just the expanse of sea

and you, is all I could see

I searched again for you

in grey sand beaches of Goa

and in backwaters of Kerala

finding godliness, not you

I soaked myself in those 

waters only to see myself

dry without your eternal love

without your touches' trove

I lived in colonial French city

of Pondicherry seaching

for you in those churches and 

in queues outside Tirumala

Only to see myself lost in

the crowd of people that

had no resemblance to you

had no bond that we sew

I went to the dense Sundarbans

as well as to the temples of 

the great city of Khajurao

and to the vast ghats of Kashi

only to realize that Ganges waited

in each Aarti to show you

how grand it can be on the boat

to see humanity never gloat

I moved on barren white

sands in expanse of Kutch

and then moved to the peaks

of mountains of Kanchenjunga

to find you missing from there

and each place i ever went

I seek you in each land of mine

to realize that land has to be thine