Where
death enlivens as life
Where
wisdom speaks in God’s words
Where
religion shares space with spirituality
Where
culture sings odes of its antiquity
Where
tradition speaks of the wheels of change
Where
life has the best living possible
The city
I come from, there I live, and there I go
In search
of peace, to converse within
To live
sensibly carefree
Away from
this maddening daily excursion
To sit
with the human conscience
In the
abode of the Trinity
Of Lord
Shiva, the Ganga and death
Where
life is a celebration in moments
Where
living is the healing the soul seeks
Where
existence is the song worded by you
Where
identity is not the question that haunts you
Where
days are eternally yours
Where you
can sense what going ‘beyond’ means
A city
that calls me back to my roots
To help
me add to my questions
And with
answers that help me with my reasons
Yes,
there I am, in the lap of the Holy Mother River
On the
footsteps of the Abode of its founding Lord
In the
city that still shapes my thoughts..
