“Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?”
― Mary Oliver

Untreaded path ,

Ever wonder about the journey ,

ever passing time, closer to destination ,

with milestones crossed so many times.

Joy of travelling unknown roads ,

paths untravelled , roads unknown ,

sometimes you ponder upon the thought ,

being a tiny speck in this creation .

life lived to fullest , worries buried deep down ,

unknown faces bring smile , weathered face tells the  story  of turmoil ,

Is their any analogy to life , wanders the thought .

waves torment the surface of lake , with message to all who sail ,

resilience is key to life ,

things go haywire , calm water learn you dissolve the fury .

Those water have torment under the surface ,

Sunrise & sunset enamour by sailing boats  ,

crystal blue water panacea to eyes , elixir to thirsty mortals .

beauty of life resides sitting beside water ,

holding breath ! Listening to uproar of oar ,

moving back & forth , time to bid good bye .

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Varun Rana