Journey Poem by Sharad Jambhrunkar

The journey begins at a stationary station
And ends like a search of God
In between momentary momentum
Nothing within me is moving
Nothing is at rest
Eyes don’t hold restless trees

Nor the tiny villages, mighty mountains
Distant temple on a lonely hillock
Not even friendly smile of kind man
Seating next to me
All effervescences pass by

Like dew on the fallen leaf
Undissolved and sublimated, ultimately
Who will tell me which laws I am confirming to?
Who would answer which rules I am adhering to?
The rain that numbed all my singing?

Or speeding train that choked all my longing?
Nothing within me is moving
Nothing is at rest
As I surrender to the monopoly of moonlight
Only to be wakened up by the teenager tea boy
Who makes me sip some life

Boy, this luxury is killing me!