Banjara to me…
??!! it leads one to a search….
Not a destination-less
wandering and musing but a focused exploration that is
not rigid, tied, inflexible…where one has a lot
of breathing space…from earth to the sky and beyond…
Banjara is one who
questions, discovers, and continues to look for its own
definitions and then decry those definitions to let things
be as they are and not label them.
It searches meanings
in words that are shambles of alphabets, and in sounds
impregnated with deep echoes of time.
It touches the about
to burst soap bubbles, and questions immortality;
It spreads its wings
of desire for learning and takes all flights of fancy…to
distant lands and civilizations gone…
It lets the cold sadness
trickle along its arms and freeze at its fingertips and
It hears laughter
in forsaken ruins of a fort, an age-old mosque…the
basketball court at the corner of the road and the lamppost
It feels the dark
sighs of the roaring waves when the clouds hide the amorous
sliver of the moon on sound-less nights.
It whistles out the
ancient tunes that large Oak trees and Banyans sang before
their tiny leaves departed for the final journey every
It smells the delicate
fragrance from the decorated wings of a colourful butterfly
after it has just spent a cozy evening with her favorite
bud- about to blossom.
Banjara to me is the
possibility of everything far, distant, unreachable, intangible,
cosmic and at the same time, our very own… the flame
that burns deep inside our hearts… spreading like
gold dust on our eyelashes… melting at our fingertips
and erupting like a love song …that magical thing….
that races to touch the far ends of the scattering light
waves and yet it ignites the very source of light!
Banjara to me is a
dream of possibilities, juggling out its way through the
reality of illusions and impossibilities.
Banjara, in its essence
is that, which one labours diligently to define, buttressing
with poetry and picture and in all this sincere effort,