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Wandering through winding paths…
I pass beautiful landscapes; I pass run-down rotten alleys.
I pass smiling faces, and also grimaced troubled hearts…
I see both good and bad,
I see both cheer and love, and also pain and hate…

The winding paths I talk about are the recesses of my mind,
‘Nd the journeys are my thoughts, my feelings…

I start my journey…
I am like a stranger in a foreign land.
Unsure, unsteady, unaware… But learning…
It’s like a toddler who’s learning to walk, ahead of a long journey;
My mind is learning to think, to comprehend…
I journey on…

I am on a young path.
Shadowed by the handloom of trees on both sides,
Shadowing me, protecting me at all times.
My mind grows in the shelter of my two trees,
Cared for, protected.
Its journeys are shaky, but guarded.
I tread out of the shade into the sunlight; I Burn.
I’m still learning.
I journey on…

I come across open fields… Untouched. Virgin.
Places where others can’t go.
I come across thoughts that open my mind,
That are mine… Personal.
Which others can’t understand.
Those are my paths; those are my thoughts.
I journey on…

I come across violent seas… Crashing;
Things I don’t understand, I disagree…Thoughts I battle with…
Unrest.
I come across calm waters, a serene lake.
I feel like staying there, let time freeze.
Cause here My thoughts are my thoughts,
and I am at harmony.
I journey on…

I am surprised how an open highway…
Where my thoughts are flowing,
Gets converted to a traffic jam..
I know not where to go.
I journey on…

I meet people… Some hold my hands…
I look at them and they smile.
Some just move on, but some others…
They join my journey.
They catch me from falling off steep cliffs,
At times they bank on me to save them…
I like this journey…

I journey on…

I am in a crowded street…
There are noises, confusion, people shoving you around.
I hear people selling things..
Bbut..Bbut..There are so many!!!
What do I buy?? What do I do??
My mind is confused… My thoughts are torn apart…
I grab a fruit (an opportunity); but is this what I want??!!
I turn around…
People are running…Sprinting…Its a blurrr…
Something tells me I need to run too…
But why can’t I ??
I grab a foothold and I start running…
It’s like an aphrodisiac…
I feel the breeze blow by and it feels good.

I am in the run…
There are so many paths…diversions…Do I know which one to take??
Absolutely not!!!
But I am in the run…
After all it’s the journey, ain’t it??!!
But baby,
I am in the run…!!!

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