Waking up...also a journey...

Atop the build
So by yellow lights blazed
The architect
Stood...

The iron rods were jutting out the same
Out of concrete...

'seen the light?'
He asked...
The kid nodded...
'seen the green?'
The kid nodded again...
'how far have you transgressed?'
Was the next question
Whispered as if...
Contemplative...
'not far...
Cause i am still tied...'

He looked at the kid...
'naturally...
Tied we are all kid...
Tied we are the same...
But then
There is also the flight...
Love life...
Joie de vivre...
Remember?
The deepest root
Going down in search of water and minerals?
And birds and birdlings on chirp...
And tired traveler sleeping off under a shade of a big banyan?
Remember?
You once wrote a whole world on that...
Remember?
You had Anu...
Monideepa...
Ved...
Sonai...the little girl...
And so much of being virtual...
Mind...
And so much real...
And Agape...
Remember?
Those one lakh words?
Remember?
A pestilence stricken city?
Before that?
And Saurav?
And his childish revolt?
And remember
That Gandharaj tree?
Your mother?
The biting cold?
The hallucinogenic trance?
Remember?'

The architect smiled...
The yellow light painted joy
Upon his old wrinkled face...
His nose top glistening...
His eyebrows shining like a pair of bows...
Bent perfect...
Sharp...
Penetrating...
Deep...
The kid stared at Him
Amazed...
he thought he should bow...
he was about to do so...
Feeling weak at knees...

'stand erect...
Be drenched by the saffron of the cloud...'
He the old millionaire
Muttered...
Audibly good...

The city from the top
Looked like a space
Being painted all saffron...
And gold...
The kid looked up...
The sky was blue...
And it was another experience...
Of waking up...

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