My Footprints

Crossing silk road,
I discovered, many times
Beijing to Harbin,
Shanghai to Hangzhou,
Dalian to Hongkong,
Wu xi to Macao,
Ship in the South China Sea
to trains full of peasants
Boats in the yellow river
to off roads on the Tibetan plateaus,
the roof of the world,
Lakes in Pokhara, to
the temples in Tansen,
like sprints in time
like shuttles I must make
because I have to move on,
to my next journey, my next destination
though I never knew where it was going to be
I never planned anything to happen.
And now, from Kathmandu to Melbourne
Melbourne to Sydney,
Sydney to Seoul
Seoul to Tokyo
Tokyo to Kyoto
Seoul to Kathmandu,
From Tombs of Taj,
to serene Bangalore.
From birth place of Lord Krishna
to biggest night club in the world
me, myself- my own Marco Polo,
riding joy, always smiling
and mostly with sun glasses,
scribbling my own stories,
my conquests and defeats
my shames and honors
my delights and horrors,
memories of beauties I have met,
memoirs of Geishas and Maikos,
to complete monsters and saints,
all etched up in my brain cells.
North to South,
I have crisscrossed my side of the planet
and I plan to go on,
I don't hunt any treasures
but I always hope to be thrilled,
amid the storms and deserts
amid floods and droughts
you will find me popping up
around the globe,
with my legs warming the planet
my open arms and curious eyes,
hope if I knock your door
You will not be too surprised,
in Chile, in Prague, in New York,
in Paris, in London, or in Venice,
Footprints, left prints forever,
seeds of my wonder and destiny.