Wanderlust Poem by KUNAL SETH

Never too much never too little
Drifting on this ground with the fog and the morning chirps
With mouth open and arms making way out of bewilderment
Eyes seeing through reasons and rejecting them
This wanderlust takes over me
It takes me beyond into lives knowingly unfamiliar
No roadblocks no warning signs
Just a cautious vibe
Same for the straight face
Same for the curious kinds

The law of Emptiness re-written
All logic is treason
Like the mind that gets used to a season
And then lose it all for the breeze’s changing reason
A canvas waiting its first stroke in the house on memory lane
Shifting like the grains of dust from the light into the shadows
This wanderlust takes on me
Will make or break me
Staring into that hole in the blue sky
Curtains of clouds are my gatekeepers my spies

A tune in a loop hanging on, my shoulders droop
Slow and easy with words it always get ahead of my troupe
Dissipating every voice that I recall
Choosing to forget every wound and that illusionary smile
I have collected my pieces of porcelain overnight
Sometimes one’s own reflection follows everywhere
My wanderlust shields me, dispels fears
Today I finally learn to fly above all lies
The sea will see and the waves wave high
Left those all wasted on this shore where yesterday I died.

-Voluntarily losing my way into the forest that never razed…….
12/1/2011