The Forgotten Traveller

An earthly triangle,

of homebound avians,

Streaking across the evening sky.

Bathed in the advancing dim light,

Soaring towards the quondam horizon, as

A rainbow from the nascent monsoon,

throws a million colours

Into that emblazoned journey.

Staring across the unearthly sky,

Echoes of a distant ecstatic flutter of wings

Reach my wistful ears.

I secure those jealous senses,

Lest they shower undeserved wrath,

Over the joyous birds bathed in home-bound colour.

For, a home I have not,

A Heart I have not.

A voice within resonates differently though,

An aura of worlds foreign,

Whisper into my magnified ears.

Visions,

Of dust and grime, of rain and flood

of untold stories and forgotten shrines,

pass on a secret hitherto unknown,

Yes, you’re a traveler, just trapped in time and space!

-Palash