Take me somewhere, somewhere where no one’s ever been seen,
where the sea is languid and the knolls are a different green,
where the glittering night sky is the only guide,
and where chasing fireflies helps in your stride.
Take me there, there where the sand is ivory white,
where at night to warn the ships, yonder the house shines its light,
where not a soul nor a heavenly spirit roves,
and the hues embellishing the heavens has been an amalgamation of mauves.
Take me anywhere, anywhere where the roads run long and the climb is steep,
where the shanties are abandoned and the sun makes you crawl and creep,
where solitude and desolation fill you with a new ecstasy,
and never did you dream or draw and have such a fantasy.
Take me someplace, someplace where the cherry blossom trees never end,
where time seems to stop no matter how much time you spend,
where the dappled sunlight and the azure of dawn,
makes your heart want to stay and never be gone.
Take me this place, this place which lingers in my dreams,
where the snow-caped mountains melt away in clear gushing streams,
where the scenery is speckled with black and white sheep,
and harvesting just ceased, to behold piles of stalk in a heap.
Take me any place, any place where no one’s ever set foot and its serene,
where water-falls fade into a glistening mist so pristine,
where peacocks and larks dance in jubilation,
and the spirit wanders away unaware of consternation.
Take me away, away where the winds run astray,
where the conifers and prayer flags mark my way,
where solace and zen are all I seek,
and somewhere above my Lord contemplates on a peak.
Take me now, now because I’ve packed my bags,
where hurry is no word and I’m tired of the nags,
where the sun never sets and nature never hesitates to be an inspiration,
and there’s no money on me, but that’s no impediment to reach my destination.
– Trisha Sharma
This poem is symbolic of the desires of a young child whose life is confined to the four walls of his concrete world. His life is numbed with the plague of bland surroundings and a humdrum routine which he does not fancy anymore. He yearns to let go and break free, to shun away all his responsibilities and run away from all the chores he has to fulfill to do justice to his role in the society. Yet, that’s not what his heart calls out to do, his spirit wants to roam free, breathe the sunlight and chase the wind and experience the world beyond with all it’s magnificent treasures. He wants to run away, as far as possible from humanity and the “over-technological world”, to brace the earth in its rawness and pristine wonder. It doesn’t matter to him whether he has any money with him or not, as far as he is concerned, its not the material aspects during the journey that he wishes to conquer, rather the beauty of nature that he wishes to seek. He wishes to live in the lap of God’s natural gifts and his soul aches to roam the bounties of surroundings that he does not see everyday. He wishes to break the chains that tie him and escape away into the infinite places that await him, greedy in wanderlust and craving for adventure.