A journey

this i had written some two years back while travelling from ahmedabad back to bangalore. life seemed to be somewhere out there.....

It was a 48 hr journey..and i didnt have anyone to speak to..but what i saw outside was so fulfilling.. . never had i seen such beauty .. green, gentle,tempting... a place where i desired to be..
once i even considered getting down and run away with the wind in to that secret garden.. where -i saw little hideaways
i could see myself..entwined with the branches.. covered in soft wet mud, my hands and feet dipping in the lotus pond water... why shouldnt i be there lying on the lotus leaf..the mauve bloom shading me from the harsh rain..only droplets would scatter across my face mixing my tears with rain... why shouldnt the wind drift my little leaf away till it strikes the banks ..covered with those wild yellow flowers which shine like gold..they would sway across..calling me..'why shouldnt i go to them..sit on a petal and when the wind moves them i swing across with my hair flying... my veil would be magical...it would take the color of the flowers...and the droplets of water would pass thru..they would shine silver...no..like crystals..no like diamonds...god knows what can i compare them to..maybe a tear from my eyes fell and i couldnt see... how wishful..how wishful... i wish i my feet were as wishful as my mind..so they could drag me out...and say...come lets go..lets live here..where dreams will fill your eyes till your last breath ....