SEASON

 

 

 

I need to tune my Veena
for that i need to walk back
to my origin, to the foundation

of my pure self
where in the distorted soil
of seashores
i need to build again
a place from foundation stone
ahead of concrete pillars,
ahead of faceless clouds,
to set aside the tunes lost,
strings broken and not again
i need to walk back to find
a season that i know
from where my music comes
from in Monsoon