In the swirls and turns of Sufis and Bauls
In the music of Fakirs and Ektara
Sometimes when I keep lying on my bed awake till late in the night
Sometimes when I forget to take the next bus and keep walking for long
And when I stand alone in my terrace and get drenched in a sudden shower
And when I sit in a crowded night lounge getting blinder by the disco lights
I see you, I see him.....
Much familiar, much stranger
I do not see your face but I often rest my head on his chest
I know he is real, I know you are my imagination
I have walked with you for miles but have hardly spoken to him
Your mystery haunts me at night, his smile makes me happy
I see your strong arms and I wish he holds me forever
There is a train waiting, I listen to the whistle
Where is this train going?
Is the train moving?
Which station is this?
I get down and walk to find out....
I am lost....
I run to catch the train, I board it
And now I forget my destination
I look at the next station and the next...
All station looks the same....Where do I get down? Am I lost?
Should I stop waiting for a station?
Should I just take a leap
Probably I know you will hold me
I know you arms are strong
You shine like a golden man and I burn!