Hunting Me Down.

A Little Hunt for Me.

Suddenly everything changed.

I found myself realising the vastness of the grassland

that lay in front of me.

I knew the greatness of the mango tree;

I could feel the delicacy of the Gulmohar;

I felt the fire blazing flies 

as they glided through the long green grass.

I found myself, but everything went back to 'normal'!

The grassland began to look unimportant.

Like a small empty place in the crowded world,

The forbidden place, forbidden by all other places.

The mango tree shrank until it was just a Mango Tree.

Only the Gulmohar remained delicate.

It was the only natural element that was still accepted by the unnatural.

Presenting itself in Birthdays and Funerals.

Possessing orange and red 

And also being delicate.

I found myself again

With amazed eyes, looking at the shadows

Of my own bare feet

Fighting against the light.

Realising all that I had imagined earlier, was real

and not imagined;

The grassland was vast.

The mango tree was great;

And the Gulmohar delicate;

Only I had changed.

I had changed from all the changes 

That had taken place in me earlier.

The scars had disappeared

As if there weren't any!

But when I returned from my changed self, I missed it terribly.

So much that I am still finding myself.

I believe that while finding me, 

I can again find the changed me 

And keep changing but be the same 

Forever and always.