I Trip a little on a Trip

I backpacked on a trip to the mountains

Not with the curiosity to see majestic mountains 

But to meet your eyes:

After two dreadful years of lockdown, 

After too many hospitalizations,

After too many whines of suffering and pain,

After too many shrills of loss,

After losing the family.

All through those times,

I kept sneak peaking one cherishable time 

Of belonging to chirpy friends...

Never even had hope I would survive through 

To meet you! 

Now, met you and it was just a 6-day dream:

Lots of smiles, sweets, and surprises 

A few rides, tides, and treks 

Many chirps, chimes and chides too 

New shoes turned muddy:

All I could carry back are:

The soil stains from your land, 

Reminiscence of intangible heartfelt smiles,

And a yearning desire to wrap and carry you...

Every time, waving hands at you 

Kills me a little:

With you, I leave a piece of me 

That I can never get back...

It was too hard to wake up from the dream

Yet, life has to go on...

The dream took away the unending laments

And pounding insecurities...

Nights have become light;

Sleeps have become tight;

Dreams have become bright;

I feel OK to go on with life...

True, I go gaga around you;

A friend quoted right:

"They are your heroine, 

Get drugged once a year,

You will be fine..." 

True! Feeling extremely belonged 

To your kind of beings

Is immensely joyful - 

Rips off the feeling of 'self' 

Losing the self grounds you and brings peace,

But not good for a lifetime! 

Love and laughter are drugs - 

Use at their limits! 

It's OK to get intoxicated,

Feel the ecstasy, once in a while.

Live with no addiction and less intoxication 

And with more sanity most of your days...

Label it Mundane! 

But, Treasure an Album of Drugged Days...

That's what makes your life beautiful 

And worth living!