Homeless

This post is written to follow the theme of experience with ‘Encountering the Other in Language / Place’ on the BluePrintReview Blog carnival(http://www.blueprintreview.de/lapjoin.htm), emphasizing on the other, and in the process of seeking, a different perspective evoked where the other-ness could not be found.

Picture credits - From Freedom Collection on Favim.com

Where do I belong?

What place, what language?

What is foreign to me?

I am here

Always was,

I am ancient

I was a volcano, a boulder

A fish, a sparrow or a squirrel

Today, I am a girl

You make me bow

Attach me with a custom God

Fence me, limit me

Introduce me to fear

Free me, let me fly

I am a cloud

A rootless, homeless floater

Of no shape, no race, no color

I just change, stay forever

Don’t tie me

With your sacred thread

No sprinkling of holy water

From the purest world

I have emerged

Been tied to the strongest

Chord of umbilical

Into the holiest water of the womb, I have immersed

I am pure as a prayer

I have traveled

From nothing to nothing

Everything to everything

To commune and consummate

I will be here, never dissipate

I exist, raw, pure and divine

What’s there to define?

I am eternal, you can’t confine

What could be foreign to me, you opine

The colors of the flame emanating from your pyre

Would be same as mine