at varanasi....i din meet her....

Varanasi.....
the mighty Ganges alongside the mightier river of life...
pyres of mighty men burning....
half lifed humans dipping silently in the Ganges...
barracks of Naga saints,
the silent thread of spirituality entwining with the crude manoevres of man,
.....
i walked along ...dry alleys...crowded markets...
bangle sellers...flower vendors...sadhoos...beggars...
but i knew i was searching something...
searching her....
searching within myself for her...
the gal who had the zest for life...
the gal who dreamed of star studded night...
the gal who loved the rain...
the gal who had love in her heart...

probably she hoped a dip in the Ganges would redeem her,
in fact that was the aim behind Varanasi...
but nay...
she smoked two cigarettes and the smoke burnt her frustration...
she couldn find her....
years of non-accepatance n ego ....
has made her irredeemable...

P.S:i dunno what i mean by this write up.sometimes i find myself completely lost.
i dunno why.i would picture myself wandering in different places for that sense of completeness.i dunno what i am searchin but i hav it in me...prbably am mad...
but ther is certain charm about this madness too...i don smoke too...for me a cigarette is the height of frustration(jus a personal view) and so used as a mere symbol