Composed, mostly, on a plane between India and Singapore

Into foreign spaces, under foreign skies
The grandeur of the places, the power it implies
The beauty in the faces, the mystery in their eyes

The journey's just begun.

Into foreign realms and breathing foreign air
Smell overwhelms, for a moment I can't care
For them in their hells - those beggars over there

The journey's just begun.

Into foreign houses and sipping foreign tea
Hindus and their spouses sitting there with me
Something in me cowers. Something else is free

The journey's just begun.

Into foreign lands, I walk through foreign parts
Holding foreign hands and hearing foreign hearts
My mind and soul expand in fits and trips and starts

The journey's just begun.

Into foreign laughter and rounds of foreign songs
Bouncing from the rafters. I am where I belong
And hope to come back after; and hope it won't be long

The journey's just begun.

Out of foreign countries, onto waiting planes
Into aisles of sundries and import-choked lanes
Home has its comforts but returning has its pains

My Journey's just begun.

(To be edited soon, as it has not been yet.)