Our Journey

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On a road commonly  travelled,
I walk with a few fellows, How long are we together or how soon shall we separate, are not questions that bother me.
But, that you are,
and that the path is
and that we are walking while we can,
Is all I care for.

I need – not your promises, Take none from me,
Just walk with me as long as you can, and I will try too.

That day isn’t far away when I may be left behind and you will be carrying on,
Don’t look back then,
Or it may be the day that I may have to continue without you
And I won’t look back too, may be I won’t have the courage to.

So, while we can lets enjoy our journey.

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And the question drops…

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An empty seat awaits your presence and when you occupy it, I will be rowing you silently through an ancient route. You sit there on the other end of the boat and look around. As you will find me absorbed in rowing you choose not to ask me that one question and you keep it for later. Then when you gaze the grasslands and the infinite sky a shimmering golden breeze kisses your face and you feel strange. For you know this breeze and this recollection will make you feel like you know every pixel of what you see and you know every grain of your feeling.  Like you know everything about everything here for ages. Like something is speaking to you and waiting for you to break your silence. Yet, your silence is your only language, your only means to express. You look at me and I raise my head. In the moment, something in us knows that a word will be too much. Your question drops. And, a wordless journey on an ancient route goes on..

Inseparables..

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What is the ground to the grass, water to thirst, mother to its baby, tree to the birds, sky to the stars and the sun to the moon?

Is it that one is and therefore the other becomes? May be.

But then, how would we acknowledge ground without grass, would there become a mother without being a baby, what is water’s value without a thirsty, a tree without the fluttering birds, how do you realize there is sky without the stars or know that sun exists at night without the moon?

There is no cause and effect here. Just the inseparables perceived from different spaces and at different times.

“Sleep”

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Walking gently into the night.. What’s left is these last drops of light..Soon the final shades of colors will become one.. Time is about to lose its significance and space is about to lose limits.. Nothing about my world will be carried forward.. My sorrows and my happinesses can accompany me till this gate alone, as “sleep” needs neither.. All that there exists now is an unending continuum, till my alarm goes on..

“When you cease to chase it, you might find it” – By Michael Adam.

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“Perhaps, trying even makes for unhappiness.Perhaps, all the din of my desiring has kept the bird from my shoulder. I have tried so long and so loud after happiness. I have looked so far and wide.

“I have always imagined that happiness is an island in the river. Perhaps, it is the river. I have thought happiness to be the name of an inn at the end of the road. Perhaps, it is the road. I have believed that happiness was tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow. Perhaps, it is here. Perhaps, it is now. I have looked everywhere else.

“So here and now.

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