I walked as usual,
Stepping on the leaves on the road,
Kicking the pebbles on the way,
With thoughts disturbing and
Talking to themselves,
With me as silent listener
Who looks somewhere, goes somewhere.
All of a sudden, what is it?
The one I am breathing..What is it? the one I am breathing..
I breathe something I once did long back.
Strong and green, fresh and familiar,
From the seeds, deeply sown.
I felt it, I knew it..
Just takes me away..
To the hills and ocean..
Dances through the flowers..
Jumps down the showers...
Makes me forget my monotony..
Stops the turmoil of thoughts..
Brings their whole attention
And connects back to me.
I feel it. I know it. its familiar
Yes,it is the smell of love,
On which I once lived,
It is budding out, once again,
From the same root,
Where it once lived and made me live.
No more a silent listener, I am,
To the turmoil of thoughts.
I dance, I sing, I smile,
I laugh, I sleep, I share
This time, the roots are stronger,
The smell is sweeter,
Bringing me back to life from
Something which seemed like life!
- Sheela.
