There is a whole lot of traffic, in front of me, behind me and all around me. We are all in a messy traffic lane, trafficing hope and harbouring dreams. As for myself I have come a long way to nowhere in this whirlwind of time. As the slow holiday traffic is urging me to stop for a while and perhaps rest for a while as well; I get restless with fatigue.
with nothing to rest upon, I persuit my solitary goal in this sea of humanity. Creeping, cribbing, whining and wailing... we move.
we rush, we charge, we nudge and we shove ..always willing to go to the extreme to fill our ego.
and we nudge and shove our way to nothingness.
I do n't lament on my ways or my means. I am the journeyman who is willing to go distance. I can write poems but only to please myself; so I shall not. There are conflicts all over the world, just like the conflicts in my mind.
Now I do not know, whether I am in the fast lane. In a strange way we are going to diffenent places, at different paces through the same highway.
We are going to nowhere,
but nowhere is everywhere.
We are at nowhere,
and still that's where we are going.
If we are where we are going to..
then why are we still going.
I guess we are on a one way track, with nowhere to stop.
No U-turn anywhere in the highway of time.
and that's the highway we are on, guess we can utilise the speed to reach new places, better places, lets us contemplate a better destination while we press on the gas.