In between the take off
and landing
All the formalities completed,
like the
gentle cops’ interrogation, a
duty which
cannot be abrogated,
reaching the gate, with saddened memories
and farewell, for you are
going to be away
from home, from near and dear ones;
your home, which is not only a living space,
entity infusing life and breath every minute
every corner, every
object of your catch,
every utensil and every
scar on the wall,
floor, hands reaching to
redress, broom
and brass lamp, a regular cleaning;
after all these , reach
aircraft, your seat belt,
feel of flying high; the azure and the accompanying
wings , wondering
inventors’ other side of God;
At times, with a jerk,
landing in a land either new
or familiar, entwined
with new objects, new faces,
entirely clogged in new climate; sipping cup of coffee,
back home, your kin and growing curious to know
about every plank
and panel ; inescapable.
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