Monday 18 November 2013

Journey

In thousand directions my mind wanders,
In thousand ways it paints the picture,
Few paths were there for selection,
But thousand were the distractions.

In haste I chose one,
In hope that it’s the right one,
I stumbled, limped n even fell,
Panicked - Oh! What the hell!!!

N have come so far that can't return,
As you can't fix a broken urn,
Not even blurry that I can see an image,
N it all feels like a far fetched mirage.

But they say the distance doesn't matter, the journey does...
The destination won't teach anything, the experience will...
So here I continue my search, until I find it...
And hope all will end well as I expect it...