The Journey

The journey….
Through the wild fire of human angst…
Crossing the ocean of tears,
The byproduct of both reality and human imagination…
It all felt like the taste of eating firewood…
Rough and tasteless…too ignored to be hurtful…
Saw humans turning into animals…
Sometimes same animals became gods…
Early learning that love and hate are twins of same traits…
In a premature insight of life, opinions mattered…of the ones you see everyday more so…
They become your truth, your belief…
Through paths adorned with algae, the feeble reminder of past seasons,
Moved my anklet laden bare feet…
Cautiously Towards a foggy place in time…
Then it was fog, fog everywhere….
Feeling unworthy of anything life got to me….
Even the curiosity education evoked is cocooned by the fog…
Along with time, the journey became important than the destinations,
 Which were told to be doomed anyway…
Then on, this moment, that was all that mattered…
Continuing my journey through seasons,
Saw some flowers bloom and some other wither…
I am being the constant…in movement of time…
When tired of carrying the load of nothingness,
I rested in the wayside chapels and abandoned castles…
Each had stories to tell, weaving my own story colorful…
Not in a day, not a magic, but the fog started change colours eventually…
And started disappearing with each smile, each song and each dance…
I thrived on the fresh air and flow of life…
Mesmerized by life and its colors,
I forgot the nothingness in the remote corner of the heart…
Enjoying the carnival called life…
In the end, the revelation was,
Life hurts, wounds, scars but it heals too…
Heals with a miracle medicine called time…