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10,000 Years: Going Home Alive

Gold, silver and purple streaks of light,
Strike my chest and rebound, all so bright,
I am traveling home finally, far far away,
As I wade across the galaxy called Milky Way.

I was once a little piece of dot,

A shelter in a cold galactic place I'd sought,
Among Neptune, Pluto and Jupiter,
I found this Earth, to be the most near.

I am done with my worldly duties,

Sometimes a son, at other times a sister,
At times an angel and rarely a sinister,
Today as I am released of my worldly ties,
I am no longer indebted to the aborning sunrise.

My journey so far has been fruitless,

The day I split, I knew I'd become worthless,
Somehow I knew I had to live through it all,
Tasks they all came, big or small.

Still deep down inside, there was loneliness,

Although in the world, there was vast openness,
In the early stages, I assumed a blacksmith or cobbler,
Towards the end, I became a generous struggler.

When the time had come to clear off my karma,

Since I had to travel home after 10,000 years,
I was not sure which to follow; truth or dharma,
While I breathed in the end with too many fears.

With every breath I took, they said I'd die,

But as the passage of time grew, I felt it was a big lie,
If you'd split from me at the time of formation,
I knew it was all a course of matter creation.

I was alone and complete for most of the time,

For you'd promised to extend your energy,
Whenever I'd face the music and worldly rhyme,
You and me, then worked away with perfect synergy.

The Seventh Avatar mistrusted his wife Sita,

So, I compensated with Sri Krsna reciting the Gita,
In a conspiring game of dice, they almost stripped Draupadi,
As sheets of linen unfolded, I had it all ready.

The Kali Yuga now spoke of malefic evil,

Killing humans, animals sent across unnecessary drivel,
Hollywood beauties now posed bare,
Stop the consumption of fur, it's not fair.

The mlecchas that'd tried to undress her slyly,

Later rejoiced as playboys and others unclothed freely,
In the name of PETA they consummated fully,
The world I realized now did turn around slowly.

But you fear not, the other half of my soul,

All through this journey, I've never blanked out my goal,
While the earth was burning of heartless organic structures,
I waited all the while, till all my matter ruptures.

Finally, in my last travel I've found you,

Let's now swim across the nebulae,
They appear to be quite a few,
More than any space-time-matter formulae.

This final journey into infinity as I undertake,

I have but a few hours to rake,
See there, do you see the Sea of Tranquility?
They compared to women, who saw only their sizing equity!

Sometimes I felt, the world is unjust,

Then I looked around, so in you I trust,
When you'd said, clear off your Karma first,
Maybe I didn't fit in, amidst the rust and dust.

There were many a times on this deserted path,
That I'd figure your smiling face amidst nature's wrath,
Scramble, fight and try, you seemed to say,
Now we're so near to our lost way.

A few minutes from here, we'll again be one,

I can't wait to reach home, as I bid goodbye to the sun,
Too much warmth and it's dazzling bright,
A few more souls work away at experiencing this sight.

I was 10,000 lightyears away, when I knew,

My home that I'd left would mean so much to so few,
Along this road as I traveled, brothers and sisters I made,
To them yesterday, I'm going home alive, I said.

Comments

anu said…
You have got to be older than you claim to be! That is the best compliment I can think of. I'd like to see humor in your writings though.

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