Can you recognize this sketch – it is a new me – These are the lines on my face, you might never see. Hard it is to transform you, habits of this life inhibits; Start – I must now revisit me – see what this novel depicts. The first draft is very exact – states the fact as they happened, Cuts and pastes come next – to have a picture of no abend. Once, by the burning pyres of Smasan, dozed, tired, I forgot the world around. No more – do not ask why’s and how’s of my fatigue Before I meet the ground. Let those pains – saddest thoughts bring only the songs sweetest, I still like to love the world, all my close, loved ones – at my best.
How would the novel read, had I woke up somewhere else – Some others near my bed – some other bells and smells? New dad and mum – the new home to the lost street kid, New brothers – sisters – friends; who knows new different needs? Check if you could find the face you know sure for ages, Discover in this novel, what you wanted to touch always – always.
It is a new me – in the new millennium! Behind the sparkles of fireworks, Glittered the mirror – Cast on it – my image – bright and tall, I am not someone else, Nor I am somewhere else – Not lost any more in another world.
It is the same me, whom you saw in the teens, only the world has grown bigger – I can still make hearts of millions resonate, I can still rekindle a renaissance – vibrate.
Friends, follow me – I know the way, I’ve seen the ultimate; I’ve seen the Devil, I’ve seen the God and so you will. It is no foreign fantasy lying far away, It is within us, in me, in you – In the bread you eat, in water you drink, We need to share ourselves for all of us, For all of us to reach the goal.
Whatever He made for us is easy on thee, Leave behind your worries – Follow me.