Traverse the path of life with no destination in mind.
Explore multitude of paths, stumble on a few blocks.
Rather than just walk on one with a cynic-like watchfulness.
Pick up withered flowers and wonder why they don’t last long.
Count leafless trees of autumn, and watch the grey sky to where I belong.
Rather than trample spring flowers under my hasty feet, without giving a glance.
Observe the beauty of a flitting butterfly; watch the stream’s voluptuous dance.
Make an indefinite halt to add more places to visit, while everyone around runs amok.
Rather than run along insane; the vagabond in me continues her walk.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
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