THE TERMINAL

 

The most painful moment is the silence,

the void after the waving hand is unseen

The heaviness of a bated breath, the takeoff moment

The choked words in the throat

 

I am like an unclaimed child at this carnival of meeting and parting

I am talked about but my voice is unheard

Left alone I feel the turbulence of a rough weather

The giddiness of an imbalance

You are the wind beneath my wings

 

I am an unidentified baggage on the belt

I don’t see anything, it is all a reel

 

Hold me, hug me, and take me into your womb of security

The paradise I lost.         

 

                                                                                

                                                                            - by Santhosh Kumar Kana

 

(the seed of this thought was sown when i heard an announcement at Terminal 3, New Delhi about a child found unaccompanied. The seed grew later when i felt the pangs of separation at various moments)