Journey

I like being suspended between lands

Just for a while when I travel

You are on a plane, all packed 

And dressed in your casual best. 

The frenzy of leaving done with

And the haste of arriving still far away

On a cloud, sipping your wine

Picking fruit from the little fruit box

Presented to you with a professional alacrity

Going back after a long time 

With your immediate future taken care of

Flights,hotels and train tickets all arranged

But the far away future is like scrambled eggs

No room for ten-years-later 

Questions after questions and lots of them

To be answered (or dodged) starting from Mumbai airport. :)

At such times,  poor mind seeks solace

In this little comma in the air

That is going to keep you away, 

At least for a few hours..

From all the panic of arranging full-stops for you! 

Thank Heavens for Journeys.