the banyan

The Banyan

It was a dark night...
with hurdles on the way...
a short distance to cover ...
that seemed the longest ever...
my body was tired...
the acid wearing out...
vision blurred...
i was crawling...
following my friends on the way to the banyan tree...
it was a dark night...
a dark night when the moon was bright...
luminating white.... glorious light...
it was a dark night...

this is where the story begins....
the sunrise...
at the banyan...
banyan, where my feet were not ready to take me ....
ever, before that glorious night...
the fire was burning out...
still holding the warmth.. as a lost lover who has enough to share even when death is around
Then i met petra as i walked into the centre of the tree...
peaceful, calm, smiling...
her presence was warm... i felt a sense of security, a bit scare.. i had head rumours... abt this place...


it was a few years back when i was at the sweet lake and i saw someone coming down from the forest...
i asked out of curiosity... i had heard stories b''fore
what's up there??? she said ..... me
I did not get it...
but i knew i was not ready...
not ready to be there yet...
so i waited , waited until that dark night....
when my feet walked me over...
over to the banyan...

it was merry... and pure.. peaceful and musical.. it was natural and it was something i never experienced before...
the fire never went out... ever
petra.. was particular about that...
it was the presence, the sign of life... of life in the forest...
it was a symbol.. symbol of strength.. and of warmth...
the fire never went off

its been a year and half now...

since i have been to the banyan...

the banyan which has different meaning in my life..

the banyan which is home to someone love most dearly...