The serene journey
Hallucinated by the evergreen wonders,
that fluttered around my world of colours,
I failed to realise that nothing was persistent .
Not my childhood where I craved to be hugged,
not my teenage where I longed to be free,
Not even my youth where I thrived to be independent.
These changes resembled an evolution at first ,
not a sudden shift, but a gradual gradation.
But then, it wasn't a smooth upward slope afterall,
but a loop, I ended up from where I started.
I grew thin, lean, weak and shaky,
as how I was in my mother's womb.
People designated my stage of life as old age,
but I didn't find it different from my infancy ,
where I longed for someone's hand.
Everytime I think about my life,
what makes it interesting yet depressing at the same time,
is the fact that...
I never believed the need to be in present ,
and hence failed to live.
Because my journey never indicated its borders or boundaries
Because my journey was serene
And surprisingly....it was gradual...!