coming home

(I)
I start walking down the ridge
Where the glory of pompous Mughals is scattered
I walk thousand miles and perhaps for the first time
I don't need rest in any sarai...
(II)
You often used to cry
Like a tiny unsatisfied babe
Who expresses hunger with tearful nagging,
But what about its father
Who is unable to feed as he's a farmer of an impotent land?
(III)
I know you will be happy now
As your boy's coming back being a more manly man!
I don't cry anymore and gained muscles on my shoulders
For you to rest your head more comfortably...
What else you needed, uh?
(IV)
Now the countdown begins:
And I know I am going back,
Not going to come back here, ever!
Nothing attracts me any more, nothing:
Neither the lonely sky of dawn
Who was confident enough that
I would propose her soon,
Nor the guitar of Lavazza which stinks cappuccino,
Nor the unserious game of politics
Which appealed audiences seriously,
And neither my friendly foes who loved to visit
The room which offered me a beautiful window...
(V)
I am getting closer and closer to
The dusty roads I wanted to play cricket on...
I am trying to remember your tearful eyes
Which looked same-
When u longed for me...
When i penetrated you first time...
When i suddenly found me unable to make love
After half an hour's deliberate effort...
And when you fare welled me in an abandoned station...
(VI)
I am confused, what to do!
Do I knock the door or cry out your name?
Sometimes when you be happy
I know you love to cry
But now I am really afraid of that...
Because you perhaps don't know that
Now tears can't soften my heart
Rather it makes me go strong...
(VII)
You’re perhaps looking at me from the room on the roof
And watching me minutely in the same manner
As a mother watches growing her child
And feels happy about the breast-milk she used to feed her son!
You must be thinking: oh how long you had to wait
For this moment when i would stare up to you with awe
As I know that you will look somewhat like that Hindu Goddess
Who always keeps a sweet smile
Even after killing Her own spoiled child!
Do you think the way She thinks?
Have u really realized that it's all in destiny?
Uh?
Don’t you know I don't believe in fate?
Then why are you still smiling?
Is it because that you know it's all written?
Rubbish!

Whatever you think, whatever it is:
I still love you, (not because i am bound to,
But because you deserve more than that!)
(VIII)
I know nobody is going to welcome me
As I approach the gully of my locality
My friends, companions all are most probably happy
That I am coming back; but no one is free as much as me...
Still I am happy
As I am coming home, - the one
Which I missed a lot
And I am happy
As I will miss nothing any more
Nothing I left behind.

And those who are there perhaps will miss me
Though changing cell phone number is not a remedy,
I will try to blow up the bridge of attachment
As a man must take up some responsibilities...
And
Perhaps I don't need Orkut that much!
........................now it's time to say goodbye
goodbye to me who alone came to see this man off.........bye