Let me have the best caviar in the world…a dance on the streets of Villarreal…lying on the beach of Nice. Let me flirt with a señorita. Let me dance in the gardens of Al Hamra Let me have a fresh Flor de las Antillas Toro with a cup of hot coffee and I shall give you the world. Let me travel for my restless soul is trapped, trapped in the midst of nothingness. Let me be alive and listen to the theater in Prague. Let me sit in The Louvre for hours to stare at Da Vinci’s works or Picasso’s master piece. Let me roam in the grand bazar in Istanbul and visit all the mosques there. Let me go to Rome and feel the energy and cries of prisoners in the Colosseum so I can feel their pain or leave me in the deserts of Arabia so I feel the pain Hazrat Bilal (R.A). Leave me with African Bedouins so I can live with them feel them so I can live a simple life for one day. Leave me on the shores of Scotland so I can remember the battles of Highlanders and Lowlanders…then take my life and I won’t resist.
Take me to Egypt and let me figure out how did the Pharaohs come up with pyramids…where democracy was overthrown and the world turned a blind eye upon them….leave me there so I can find another Cleopatra. Take me to Gaza so I can weep with the people who are killed every day. To Kashmir where people are still fighting for their right. Take me to Syria so I can offer my condolence upon them.
My soul is restless yet again, my journey has to start again…
Let me go, let me go to Berlin so I can figure out how the wall of Berlin came down what harmony united those two sides. Then take me to Paris so I can wake up to the view of Eiffel Tower. Leave me in a small village in Pakistan so I can eat the freshest of food and fruits and butter in the whole wide world. Let me explore Lahore so I can relive Mughal Era. Let me stare at Taj Mahal and to give rest to the fight inside me; whether to sing songs in praise of Shah Jahan and his love for Mumtaz Mahal or to simply weep for the workers who lost their hands after building a wonderful monument.
Leave me in New York so I can look at people and people and people and try to read their faces. Let me go to Lake Alberta to sit and praise God for the amazing beauty. Let me go to Mount Olympus so I can challenge Zeus and tell him on his face that he is the reason that Medusa turned out so evil. My soul is in a fight, my soul is restless my soul will travel it will speak to the places and the energy.
My heart feels, feels a lot. It will shout will shout to all to be in peace to love to care…
My heart, my brain and my soul…they are on a journey.