The moon peeped through the Bel leaves
running after my moving car
And I with a childs wonder
kept staring at him-
the white moon,circled with a double halo.
Slowly I slipped into a deep slumber.

Mornings in varanasi are serene
The tolling of bells and music in between
The air smell of incense sticks and tilaka
coupled by the charisma of Rudraksha.

Standing in those steps
I couldn't help but stare
at the mighty celestial Ganga Maa
Flowing before me in all her glory
The pilgrims bathing in her rivers
Some smiling,others crying
What is their story?

Sitting here unattached from the rushing crowd
I realise how fragile human life is
How ignorant,how narrow,how greedy our minds are
Nothing back home would give me this peace
Neither the many estates nor the alley of luxurious cars..
would grant me half a good night's sleep.

And I don't know about a living God.
I haven't seen him or touch him
But I am feeling him
Right now,right here,right inside of me.
This wasn't a pilgrimage to varanasi
This was a journey of self discovery
A journey from me to me.
A journey we often forget.
A journey we never even bother to start.
I look up.
The moon is all set to chase me back home.
@scribblingsofateen