Now the ratio of exhaustion and ambition is just right Now the need to respond to each stimulus is subdued How the curtains have cleared between sight and insight How the walls have crumbled on each lofty feud ————————————————-
All this while, time unwinds with its every revolution And the axis of the roll is tethered to rest Whosoever can withstand the decree of absolution Will remain unperturbed with the purpose of the test —————————————————-
From the cafe-fed pigeons and the debris-drunken bees To the mendicants and paupers on the streets of the famed I do ponder the encounters that happen in your being Some I know, still there are all the countless and unnamed —————————————————-
On the ripples in Danube river scribbled with light The distinct reflection of serene Budapest And the splendour of adsorbing all dimensions of ‘might’ Till you don’t have to prove yourself to the rest ——————————————————
On your face, I can trace , all the lines of an epic Every fold is two sided: one gory and one glory I chose love, all above, for in the maze of theoretic There are so many ways to tell the same story —————————————————
It’s what I learn in struggle that I convey in song What I earn in endurance , I adorn in grace Thus every gain, with its pain, does truly belong One has to burn in the soul to light up ones face ————————————————-
You have the same hospitality for all your guests Whoever loves you more, will perceive more of you It’s the lived experience that defines the quest It’s the intent, not content that sanctifies Wudu —————————————————-
But still I wonder all the loves that embellish your ways And the promises in your narratives that echoingly roam the same streets I tread and the same night and days As I lose myself in you while I’m looking for my home —————————————————-
Travel is a state of mind, and home, a station of the heart How far we go is measured from where we start You’ll see, in the trajectory of an encircling path Aein, our beginnings and ends are never apart.