There’s a secret I want to share,
when someone calls out for me,
only a part of me is awake.
Rest of me is far away
sitting on the maroon armchair -
placed casually in the study
beside the shelf jammed with books,
and few diaries of my musings -
looking through the window
of my penthouse,
revering the stars holding a tea cup,
slurping slowly the ginger tea &
the moment of epiphany.
You know the moment & the maroon armchair
is nothing ordinary.
It is where my future –self awaits.
It is the Place
where, for the first time, I would
open the parcel (wonder-struck!)
& breathe in all the stardust
sprinkled on the new book – my very own book.
I would listen to the symphony of the turning pages.
I would dance upon the rhymes, the odes & the lyrics.
I would hold the book close,
like a mother embracing her child for the first time,
& I would sleep, not to dream, but just to be.