If all was possible and I had not to worry
About inane bills and saving prudently
If all was provided without question or delay
From invisible gods for one day…
I would buy a jumbo jet in purple and pink
With plush interiors and a competent crew
I would tell them to fly me on the double
To an ancient land that doesn’t grow old
A peninsula of pleasure and pain in equal measure
Chaotic but calming; Loud but pensive
Hours ten the flight would take
From the hangar I would make
The drive, an hour long, to my square of earth
In a comfortable vehicle with artificial cooling
Yet I’d open the window to hear Her voice
Breathe Her air; feel Her touch
The grating sound; the brown smoke
The inescapable stench of humanity
Are a bittersweet reality of Her
If I had everything I would share it
With the humanity of Her
In the next thirteen hours I would, for free…
Feel the comfort of my mother’s lap
The rough hands of experience
On my head protecting always.
Hear my father’s laugh,
My brother’s tease
Watch that show with no sense
In a tongue that I slowly forget
On a device that has no bass but
Is turned up so loud that the streets know
When the family is together.
Eat food salted with tears of memories
In the middle of the night,
Hear the clouds rumble
Open the window ‘cause it’d be too humid to breathe
Wake up to bells clanging from the house altar
While the Sanskrit hymns carry on incessantly.
Have everything always smell of jasmine,
Camphor, chillies, coconut and mother.
That would be luxury.
Even the dream costs me.
So, who now funds my ticket back to reality? (..)