A Memento

                      

            

Sit by my side in the quiet of this day

I will open up  the dairy if I may

unfolding my visit to the unknown continent

Crammed with images, scraps, notes

And endless questions scribbled back to front

That I had on my mind during my stay...

Question which was redundant

Like a losing star

Engulfed by cosmic cannibalism

I brought you those painful moments

Which got knocked out by a mysterious play of power....

Listen my friends, I brought

Some rustic easiness and

Soulful music that the country gave me away

That everyone being through little hell

Yet everything is going to be okay...

Behold...

My tired little feet from a distance

They got wet with some of the world's

most fascinating rivers and lakes and oceans

I dried them in the arid deserts near the pole

They visited the distant tranquility

Brimming with the exotic plant bulbs and seeds that grow at the distant villages where the bluebells sway

I captured the mooing, the bark, the growls the howls of the animals from the herd

Located a whole day' s ride away.....

A handful of mild sun rays and soothing moon beam

From the section where the sun sinks slower than our land

Here are some worn out brushes that made world' s most famous paintings from the rich museums and Churches of Renaissance which display sharply chiselled and sculpted idols for you

I brought some pigments from those paintings in my fingers some white and ultramarine blue....

Some chilled air and liquefied snow in a jar

Feather of the spotted birds fluttering and rising on the breeze from mountainous terrain

The chirp I can mimic and make you listen after a dreamy afternoon rain

Tunes of the pied piper as we moved along the sidewalk

A sketch of the outside small town greeting us with grace

The narrow streets where we got lost in the maze

Dozens of shops grocery, bakers, medicine and photo studios and beverage....

Clouds of milky dust billowed up around the city sky

A hug from piero, the hotel manager, bidding us goodbye

a coin thrown in the fountain, wishing us Goodluck

A cluttered room sending a mellow miss you with its ticking clock ..

Before I leave this part of the world where I could never fit in...

I want you all to go through this diary where it's all written.