I Don't Know Poem by Ayyagari Srinivas

I don't know if it's day or night,
Fact or fiction,
Is it a winter or a fierce monsoon season;
or which part of the world I am now;

Sitting inside the cozy room of the apartment here,
I could see the cars racing away in lines reminding me of the the discipline of Ants;
An occasional buzz from the moving Bart which also follows a disciplined rhythm;
One or two pairs of youngsters venturing out into the drizzling weather, clasping each one's hands passionately;
A small band of bicycle lovers in thier attractive attair and colorful headgear enjoying an adventurous ride in the rain;

Making the images Infront of me into a caladeoscopic magnum opus;

Taking my thoughts to the far off galaxies;
And to my real heart who is just about a stone throw away in Cupertino;
Rearing to meet him and feel his real vibrations as against the virtual pulse I feel everyday in my heart;
Feel myself as a kid of ten once again talking to him;
Knowing the unknown from him like an obedient student;
Bringing many reflections of bye gone nostalgia's into my mind;
And floating in the air like a frail feather with unbounded bliss;