returning to g

'even if one tries
to travel back
wise...
to travel back ...
to little life...
there is also not an escapism?
like climbing down...
fast
acceleration
towards the g...
gravity...'

he thought
with
drizzling beauty
of rain
one evening
all over
him...
his sense...
his connected soul...
his disconnected heart...
his city looking good...
his teak wood within
drenched soft...

'what is g?
only a force...
how it arrives?
where is its destiny?'

he asked...
to Him...
knowing
He might be standing
there
silent at Ionosphere
where
charged droplets were colliding...
creating flashes blinding fast...
by His providence just...

'g...
is nothing but a force
centrifugal...
or an acceleration-
linear one...
may be...
and can be achieved all the time...'

he got the reply...
from the sky...

and drenched in rain...
rain with charges electric shooting across
the sky...
like swords of titanium bright...
he wondered...

'g is a created thing...
by Him...
like all of us...
like those planets and stars...
like that galaxy...
like several galaxies...
g is just another creation
of the Infinite...'

just then
his cell phone rang...
someone calling...
and he felt if he had taken the journey back...
it was always happening...
returning to g...
is like returning to Him
is like loving His all creations...