A Traveler

Grew silent.     

Indifferent and unstable too.

Quenched every greed

Shook, trembled.

Confirmed alive.

Mind travels,

And you ought to follow.

Heart believes,

And you ought to agree.

Vision, fades and decays.

Shades of colors

And shades of people

Greet, embrace and extinguish.

Some share, some steal, some fake.

You live, deal, and outgrow.

Walking each mile,

Projects new hope.

May be this is it…

May be, this is it…

Or MAY be, NOT.

Richer you grow,

With every new step.

Directionless, aimless,

Like a bird.

Sailing in the skies,

With peace to keep company

Blissful, lost, alive.

Walk one must.

Walk one has to.

Often alone.

With hope as residue.

And currency of experiences.

Distance often,

Encourages new folds.

A story to tell.

A prayer to offer.

A moment to rememeber,

And a lot more to forget.

May be this is it…

May be this is it…

Or MAY be,

Not.