"And in short.."

Should I stand in a corner

Fold my hands and wait

Or,

Should I plunge into this life

Whatever this life maybe

This life that made me walk
on maddened, nomadic roads

Roads that lead from one city,

a City of Joy to another, a city

That looks like a dark green bowl

where all, in sixes and sevens

just pour in, hoping

to embrace one another.

These nomadic roads

They lead somewhere - of course they do

but I do not want to know where they end.

Who is to say what

I am

I am not lost

I am not found.

I once saw a sunrise

and a sunset, standing

On the terrace of the

Nandan Cinema Hall.

The night came, and

with it brought something

else. Truth is, I never found out

What it was. I once saw

A sunrise and a sunset, only

This time it was from a

French window in a

posh restaurant in Connought Place.

Do sunrises and sunsets change ?

Do skies change ? Did the air

I breathe change ? Yes, they did.

They all changed.

The scenes, the sights,

The roads, the smiles,

The tears, the villages,

Their sounds, he dreams

The vows. They all, all

changed.

"Change is the only constant"

Some madman had once said

I dont think he knew

He was speaking the Eternal Truth.

If you are confused, then so am I

Come, let us hold hands and

Walk these nomadic roads

I do not want to know

Where they lead, or end-

I like their mystery.