There was a me who didnt want to settle down,
flow like a river and just carry on..
with never-exhaustive energy and restless hopping mind
with a vision that would forsee only the best and never unwind.
As the time is flying by,
The wide lane is narrowing into a long tunnel..
progressing to an unseen world and unknown turns..
and as it gets more insecure and turbulent,
the subtle face wants to take over and settle down..
for I fear indignant denial and angry silence,
for I fear owning responsibilty of ownself untill I desire.
So ,I choose between diamonds and rust,
between the rains and dust..
The vibrant sounds want to echo again..
The goodness of existence want to be felt again.
And so the crazy mind is covinced consequently..
that how much so ever it wanders by,
this rigorous journey surely needs a traveller to walk by.