hor ki mangna mein rab kolo
ik khair manga tere dum di
miles of road, travelled carefully,
bags tied together, keys and locks to keep things safe.
mountains scaled and rivers crossed.
trees photographed and people smiled at.
clocks moved, ahead and behind,
as they try to keep up with the sun.
platforms chased, steps that collected beads of sweat,
drinks carelessly drowning in the pit of my stomach
stamped passports, moneyed purses, torn-up baggage tags,
breathless kisses in moonlit cities,
buttered poetry and ignored symptoms.
i travelled the world,
without knowing my heart was wandering too.
with no one looking after it.