There was a friend with whom I thought I’d have a long and old friendship. The kind where one looks back and hums songs of old before completing the tune. Unfortunately, that was not the end of that relationship and it was in some ways bitter to part on the paths we did but still not apart. This person at a time in that past put me in touch with another friend who wrote this poem. It was written from her heart during that time of life when we all go through a tumult. I did not want this poem to be forgotten in the annals of the dark web i.e. my email inbox and hence wanted to put it up on my blog. Here at least some fortunate web crawler will crawl, index, and store it in an indexed version for years and years to come. I don’t think this poem is worthy of grandiose claims of human ingenuity in literature but it’s a part of history that was mine, not my personal history but part of the history that was mine. Perhaps one day we meet and I can share this for her to reflect on the past that perhaps she would be proud of. So here goes…
The Road Within..
The road within
is the road I must travel now
my Master is calling
I must listen to her now..
The roads around me are very beautiful
But none as much as the road within,
All others may lead to happiness,
But only this one leads to bliss.
I had always feared it,
because it holds the reality,
Reality of the evils of my mind,
Guised under the garb of morality..
But my Master is now,
urging me to walk..
Walk if I cannot run
and crawl if I cannot walk
Because soon one day she said,
a time will come,
when no longer will I be a participant,
an observer i will become
An observer I will be
to the schemings of my mind
and laugh I will at it
At its fruitless attempts to misguide
Laugh I will in deliverance
laugh I will like a new born child
laugh I will at my new birth
like a caged bird let lose in the wild..
The road will become my home
like the brightest star I will shine
I will be one with myself
My consciousness will merge with the Divine…
This is the only road
that I will travel alone
There is no goal
there is no end
the joy is in the travel alone..
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