Another Bus to Chennai

Once I remember a reckless decision,

Something that I did out of pure madness.

But it turned my silence into sound.

My sorrow into hope,

Desire to purity 

The journey from lonely to solitude,

Short but broad.

It gave Love back to my heart.

Now that the fearsome disgusting storm

Has left me, I can Love.

Even if a 75 seater room made me feel odd,

To express, to show off, to enjoy, to even smile.

Or even a dome full of unlikely cross spirits

I can Love now.

This is new, feels clear but the vagueity lingers.

And it should. That's beauty.

Beauty is with me.. laying next to me

With a brown scarf round her head.

A hen, accompanying her first hatched chicken,

Just because.

On the other side there's my hope.

Again, beautiful. Even with a sleepy face.

And it starts raining 

A harbinger of everything unreal.

MCC again didn't feel like a dream,

But it was a calling I couldn't ignore.

Just like something else.

The next two years, the prime of my youth.

And this mind still beats ,

Bereft of any trouble.