" It is I who seareth"

I sit outside the mansion gates,
The hour is primrose.
Then the tingling sensation..
Again..
I rise fast.. the hour is passing by
& I have to go.
In ( search ) of the Light.

I walk, slight steps a first,
then more and move away.
into the vast expanse
towards the destination.
Wind starts blowing,
Gentle now, nippy though.
I adjust my royal blue shawl;
thinking that this
Light that burns inside my mind
has to find the Great Light , now!
Why? I know not. I just know the
urgency.

Faster steps, the street starts
shaping up as perhaps my dreams?!
Or my nightmares.
I can fight both..
to get to the reality of
the Great Truth.
(?) truth, ha!

Wind blows harder now,
The steel,copper & zinc hangs
on the periphery.
My beige skirt tucks in .
It refuses to move as fast as my steps.
I have to go.

Platelet, multi-curved,
Shining, seeming to turn &



run along with me..
I gasp for breath.

The hour is inky now,
Vast stones of Khajuraho
just hang in the air.
Airborne (?)
Is this the space where
I find the Great Other.!

Will this be the unity of Lights^
tht i have been breathing over..//
I go on..
Now the meadows,
Stream and the Pitch Black,
Her gurgle keeps me alive,
My hairs have torn..
Eyes are steadfast.
Watering blue holes..
Black is turning ochre,
Golden, perhaps!
I walk slowly now,
Somehow seem to be at rest..
The cyclane is closing in.
This is perhaps the end of my first journey.

I turn my pages and check the time,
Its four!
Turn to sleep?
Turn to rise,
Time to go home.


I should fly next time