I live on the road
to destiny
On an endless
journey, surviving on memories
A wish of joy for
you, my fellow travellers
For I am driven by
wanderlust
On this journey to
an unknown destination.
There are those
who, in their search and wander,
Were burnt by the mid-day sun.
Were burnt by the mid-day sun.
Scorched without,
scorched within…..
To shadows, each
with a memory of an earlier self,
And, as these
shadows cast on an earth parched,
Some corner of
that blue cloudless burning sky
Folded up and fell
into light, troubled slumber.
As I traverse this
interminable road
The mind lives in these
memories of shadow and light
Streaming vignettes of solitary
recollection
While my feet are
in flight,
And the earth
flows like a river beneath
I look over my
shoulder and scan the horizon.
For a destination
that is somewhere behind
Journey’s
End, where wanderlust would cease.
Yet, there is nothing.
So I traverse the
road night and day
A journey unending beyond inclination or will.
Stay well, fellow
travellers - my wish to you on a wing
I am compelled to
move, it is the only way I know.
The nest is empty,
crumbly and decaying,
Its brown blades of grass now tossed by the stormy wind
Its brown blades of grass now tossed by the stormy wind
On an endless turbulent
flight to nowhere.
And as I reach villages
that offer respite and rest
The road seems to take
a turn
Away and back, to
those reflections on the past
Blown by the breeze
like those blades of grass.
Those memories are
my home, carried within
And when I stop
anywhere, that becomes my abode,
My nest and cocoon
for the night ahead.
It is a comforting
journey, the one on this road.
The only way I know
