The destiny

From bhaiya-bhabhi's visit to Hanuman Garhi at Ayodhya on October 19, 2015.

A house comes to me every night
With its many rooms
Unseen and some
That just stay closed behind;
It rises without the doors
From a cloudy backdrop
I am left thinking
Of this life, if it was a part of mine;
It is not now that I look for more
It is better for what could not
The saints that left their homes
Left their families also;
Immersed in the text, pictures and glory
The world has progressed certainly
But to find that corner that will be
The ultimate peace, I must leave;
The terrain unknown, passers by strangers
Travelled every day today the roads lie un-tread
The Sadhwanis and the Thomas Cook
Under repair, the new plaster looks old too;
The invisible rain and the fields of snow
A vacant sunset, a pouring moon
And the buildings hanging upside down
The sky in the sea-
A spectacle or is it a miracle
I see your face in each, as if
The poem is deserted
The title is found
Then only.