Greener world

Stuck in traffic, standing in an overcrowded bus,
Just outside the windows, I see
Birds flying free and high,

I long for wings or a free fall
From a high flying bird.

Trapped in dos and don't s, plans and schedules,

I long for the Himalayas,
So vast and tranquil that many a man found peace,

and I long for Le Cloud,
A white heaven I once lived in.

Asked to write thousands of lines in a language that I can't speak,

I long for the fountains of Vegas,
Vibrant enough to leave me spellbound.

And when words dance in my mind,

I long for a pen and paper to treasure them forever.