There is shade in places, seats to rest, shelters at times to unburden and recuperate.
But a long road which seems unending. Winding, undulating, it simply goes on and on.
Each step taken on this is a milestone. A new memory. A part of me left behind in that moment.
Forgotten structures. Forgotten places. Half remembered faces. Blurred moments of colours and sounds.
Textures, textiles, stones, leaves, petals. Music, drums, strings, songs. Laughs, talks, sounds, voices, pitches. Whispers, cries, screams, talking silences.
Eyes. Of all colours. Deep, shallow. Happy, sad. Loving, hating. Calm, miserable. Eyes that lie. Eyes that are so full of love.
Eyes which then closed forever in an eternal sleep.
Gifts. Received and cherished. Cards. Words. Letters from a bygone era. Forgotten names. Weird diary entries.
Roads, alleys, houses - still standing where I left them behind. Just feet move ahead on the path, unrelenting. The journey goes on and on.
No roots. No beginnings. No end. Only the moments in between. नाशिवंत, चपल, मृगजळ
Baggage carried. Baggage discarded. Baggage lost. What a mess, this life!
A colourful, musical mess. Drama, pain, joy, crescendo, depths, flat tones. All consuming. But don't stop too long. Stopping creates roots. Uprooting is painful, so don't stop. Don't belong. Keep walking. Keep burning.
Forever detached. Ever peaceful.
Attachments bring pain. Open wounds which never heal. Invisible gout that screams on winter nights. Keep away, alone, aloof, protected.
If I come back for a few moments after death, what will I see?
Empty house, forgotten and discarded?
House full of mourners shedding pretend water from eyes which don't care?
One lone person truly mourning?
Or maybe, nobody would even notice that I am gone?
Life will still go on. The road which goes on and on, ever and ever anon.
Winding, undulating. Steep sometimes, smooth for a short distance. Full of boulders and pitfalls at times.
Under the burning afternoon sun. Leaving so much behind. Carrying so little. Keeping nothing at the end of the journey.
Wonder how it ends. Wonder when it will finally end! Hope that the next world has no pain. Hope that all pain gets left behind on earth. I pray there is no pain and no suffering, where I am going.
Duly forgotten in this world, hope I am left well alone in the next one too.
Till then we carry on. Strength by strength. Step by step. Ever learning. Ever silent. Never stopping.
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