i know u will come round
to understand the pitfall on the road
we are walking,
is it easy not to be misled
mistaking a lamp post for a lighthouse
fragility
is not on account of frugality
in sharing
the corners of one’s inner corridors
it lies in not being able to build
a stronger bridge to let you
pass over
for a longer journey, safer journey,
but then
no body has made breakthroughs
by reading maps of mind
or losing the keys
without having to find
you may walk, but dont sneer
climb all the ropes
hanging from the roof not so near
i will still be found wanting
and inadequate, for your hopes
will you engulf the edgy shadows
may be when you embrace me,
with thorns and worts around
the aroma of freshly grazed grass
will evaporate all memories in the meadows
the moments which have no past or future either
are the real stopovers for a wanderer
else the pain of the purpose not met
can erode the banks of the river
flowing with love, unhinged from the glacier