Monday, October 02, 2006

All my bags are packed
I am ready to go
I am standin here outside your door
I hate to wake you up to say goodbye
But the dawn is breakin
Its early morning
The taxis waitin He is blowin his horn...

Cause Im leavin on a jet plane
Dont know when Ill be back again
Oh babe, I hate to go .. (but i have to go////)



Nomad is lost in the forest. These were the hidden forests beyond the hill. Nomad couldnt see any walking trail. May be no one had ventured this path in recent years.
Trees were obstructing the path. Wind was pushing him.
But after the initial struggle, everyone seemed to bow down to the courage of nomad.
(or where they really..??)

Dense.. more dense.. darker.. Nomad's feet seemed to find the way amidst the forest. He often wonders how they are able to see the way.

Forests are funny places.. There is no horizon in forest..!! sky-over-the-head and earth-below-the-feet dont meet with each other once in forest. There is no time in forest.
The world stops.. no tick tocks.. no sunrise.. no sunset.. damp smell and mighty trees..

Nomad didnt notice this.. it was only when he realised that he can not see the horizon, as was his habit during the end of day, .
or may be it was still not the end of day.. but it was too dark.

ANd then it happened..
Mighty trees surrounded Nomad from all directions not allowing him to go any forward.
They didnt bow to him.. They refused to acknowledge his courage. Its their world. They are the rulers..

He turned back.. nopes "Dont You Know.. There is no turning back in Forest." whispered the wind.

He sat down on a rock nearby, thinkin what to do.. He heard the bamboo shrub on his right side, whispering
(In Forest, no one talks.. there is only whispers.. !! )

Son No one remembers you.. No one will follow your trail to come and see you..