My Final Destination..

Never did I think
As a kid
That some day
I will write
Write my heart out
And there
Will be people
Out there reading
My work
My art
Appreciating it
Relating with it
Accompanying me
On my journey
Sharing my thoughts
Sharing my views
Sharing my life per se
And it is true
It is not that easy
This journey of Life
And we need friends
We need support
We need companion
We need love
Some people
Act as hurdles
On this journey
Decreasing our speed
Sometimes, bringing us
To hault
But, once we have
Crossed the hurdle
It won’t disturb us anymore
Some people
Are like
Light poles
They lighten
Our paths
So that we can
Easily overcome
The hurdles
But, these
Light poles are left
Behind when we keep
On progressing
Ahead
Some are like
Torches
We keep them with Us
Always
Because
We trust them
And in need
We seek their help
And they seldom
Fail to our expectations
And help us
When we think
Every other option
Was gone
It’s never ever
About the
End of the Journey
called ‘The Destination’
Our Journey
Is ‘The Final Destination’
You all are
A part of
My Final Destination..

rsz_andy-in-the-tunnel

DAY 2

This is in response to Kritika’s Five Photos, Five Stories Challenge. Thank you Kritika for giving me this wonderful opportunity to express my thoughts in a different manner.

The challenge is – “Post a photo each day for five consecutive days and attach a story to the photo. It can be fiction or non-fiction, a poem or a short paragraph and each day nominate another blogger for the challenge”

I would like to nominate Saloni for this challenge(Day 2).

Making of TOMORROW me..

Hitchhiker- vector hand drawn cartoon character

Walking with cross hands

Folded hands

All to myself

Not wanting to know the world anymore

Enough of knowing others

Now time to know myself

Because if I know myself

I will know the world

And all the others

Walking super fast

As I m walking alone

Making way for myself

Jumping over the mud pool

Avoiding the daily humdrum traffic

I will stumble and fall

Break my nose

I will walk on wrong paths unknowingly

Just to return back to square one

Then make a mental note

To only follow my heart

And not blindly trust directions

Given by others or the sign boards

I will get dirty

But I will be glad

As I am walking towards

Purity of my soul

I will get tired

I will get aches

I may crawl

Stop for some time

But will resume again

Ah! Its okay

To know myself

Some hard times

Some mud stains won’t hurt

People get lost knowing self

For me its all bearable

Not only stains but also pain

Destination is always the same

TOMORROW ME

Starting point is also the same

YESTERDAY ME

Journey is also the same

TODAY ME

Hurdles will come today only

Neither yesterday nor tomorrow

And the way I get over them

Will play a key role

In the making of

TOMORROW ME