wanderlust (finally, a poem on my favrt topic)

as i sit in dis cubicle
n think of things far far away
one sensation runs through my spine
repeatedly,
urging me to get up,
abandon everything keeping me occupied,
n set out,
on a journey unplanned.

a journey on which i see places i've only heard of,
or seen in pictures;
or maybe even those i've never heard of,
meet new people in old lands,
peep into their lives,
leave a part of me there,
and take a part of them along.
hear a new poem, learn a new song,
feel d waters of a new river on my face,
feel d wind atop a new mountain
ruffle my hair,
enticing me to stop right there,
but i see a new village in a valley nearby,
and i descend towards a new experience.
i wanna see, i wanna hear,
how tagore's songs keep women happy in the fields,
how kids derive joy from jumping in puddles,
d rain dat i complain of as i get wet on way to work,
how does it make those kids jump with sheer joy.
i wanna hear d bauls' songs,
i wanna follow them to see their life,
ive heard their society is different from ours,
what that difference is, i wanna see.

ive heard deres a pond or a spring behind every house in kerala,
how happy would dat make d ppl living there.
ive heard ladakh has d world's highest motorable roads,
do d ppl there really feel "on top of the world"?
ive heard in d desert u cant see anything for miles,
but the sand,
if i lay in the sand
would u be able to see me,
or wud i also become a small part of the vast desert.
ive heard it never stops raining in mawsenram,
i wanna see do kids jump in puddles there as well.
ive heard wives of sunderbans' fishermen
pray for their lives ever time they go to fish,
i wanna see what they feel,
when i tell them of the comforts i live in.

as i talk of comforts,
like a camera zooming out,
my mind has come back to the city i live in,
back to my work,
back to my cubicle.
is dis a place which has me tethered?
or is dis d source of d wanderings of my mind...