In search of the horizon...


On the lonely roads we travel, with backpacks as heavy as carrying a truck load of cement bags, trying not to fall into a ditch or encounter rain in between, for the cement may solidify and we may never be able to get out of the mess. With worn out shoe soles, blistered shoulders, looking for a place, where you can rest, get rid of the weight and travel light on the road less travelled, for the unknown out there might be either enthralling or dreadful, you keep moving step by step or by leaps and bounces.



Can feel the cool wind blowing the hair though standing in the middle of the desert, and the thirst seems growing day after day, yet mirages are all that one can see, and no true greenery. Yet as a traveler, the journey continues further ahead, the backpack seems a bit lighter than before for you have shared the cement bags with some unknown needy on your way to further unknown. The lightness of the backpack, seems like a momentary break for now it has more space to make place for experiences heavier than one can carry, yet the soul just doesn’t seem to give up and decides to continue with the journey.


The quest so far, by far has added glitter, gloss and mirror effect reminiscences, which continues to change the looks, or the perfume or façade, yet the intrinsic effects are the same. The same old shrill of laughter, or the glare so intoxicating, or may be the plain simple smile makes the perfect scene of a carnival, where you enter the mirror house only to find yourself lost yet again.


Watching the horizon from a distance that seems not to long, the journey takes the toll, and all one finds to console are other beings travelling the same route and they become your travelling partner, and together the crossing over somehow becomes easy and rejoicing becomes a trait you experience like never before. Miles after, the journey itself becomes the horizon of the quest one had set out for and that is where you find the supreme all mighty embracing you with a smile so warm, which can melt the every particle of your ‘Being’..

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