Once I tried to tame the nomad within my blood,
little did I know, Fate had a pitying smirk for me
on her stoic face but I, a gambler too, the kind
that played with a smirk of their own at ruthless life,
had become too well versed in losing all by then!
No, I did not cry, not with visible tears at least,
rather felt like a cloud which had outwept its rain,
heading back to its equatorial home, the sea
to become darker and swollen with mist again
and retrace another route to a thunderstorm!
Can a compulsive nomad ever build a home,
be it with four walls or around another soul,
lady Fate’s own wanderer, who has always been
a loner walking on the lonely path of life!
Once I tried to send my dreams to a mountain top,
covered with cherry blossoms as soft as the mist
in gradient of colors from white to mauve and pink,
little did I know, lady Fate had her own plans too
for turning me into a symbol made of stone!
One cannot hope to petrify a vagabond,
and have I not become a name, though it cursed be,
for always roaming with an ever hungry heart
to follow lady Fate like a sinking star beyond
the western sky, the utmost bound of human thoughts!
Despite the cool, windy comfort of an oasis,
a Bedouin has to return to the desert sands,
his love was for the pleasant shadows soothing him
but he belonged there, out on the blistering land!
So I raised my hands in submission and resigned,
claiming the duality of Sekhmet and Bastet as mine!*