Each morning...
He revs up the engine
Looking back in the rear view mirror
Asks an innocuous question
"Which way to take ma'am?"
"Which way.....?"
I toy with the idea in my mind
A little blank, a little confused,
Undecided, as ever...
Which way indeed!
The one I left behind ?
Or the one that I bypassed in a hurry?
No, perhaps the one which I dreamt of
But never had the courage to take?
What about the one which never was
Except that I thought it was somewhere
Around the next bend?
Well, the one that I deliberately erased
From the map of life mistaking it to be
The one not for me?
Leave alone all those chaotic choices
And go for the easy one which comes your way!
My way....?
The clouds of doubt hover low
Is there really a way made for me?
A pre-ordained destination wherein the wheels will
Automatically roll in...
Even if I try real hard to steer clear of that direction?
I wonder...
"Ma'am?"
Again that soft reminder
I wake up from my reverie
And choose not to look lost
Reclining back prostrating my tired limbs
As much as I can
I gesture him to move ahead,
"Whichever way you feel is the best..."
I tell him
He frowns a little thinking hard
And then suddenly cheers up
As the thought strikes him
"Let's take that one which is less crowded,
We'll reach home on time"
I agree
The less crowded or the less traveled?
I desist from asking
And allow myself to be driven
Through the throngs of thoroughfares....
This time may be we'll really reach home
On time....
Marvelous --i have no words to say how i can connect with your thought flow.It is amazing!
ReplyDeleteThanks Indu. I think everyone of us is in the same dilemma!
DeleteEnjoyed reading.Well told.
ReplyDeleteThanks Seshuji. After a long time
DeleteBest to go with the guide sometimes... nice lines Gitasree!
ReplyDeleteThose are truly blessed who are guided
DeleteBetter to let urself be guided sometimes. Nice lines Gitasree. :)
ReplyDeleteYes, sometimes
Deletehii
ReplyDeletenice..liked it :)
Thanks Ankita
DeleteEnjoyed reading it Geeta.
ReplyDeleteThanks Vimala after such a long time
DeleteListening to the echo of my own feelings in the poem, I am falling short of words to praise it properly. Our penchant for following the easier (and shorter) paths becomes the unsurpassable barrier in our reaching of the appropriate destination. That's the truth for most of the travellers like us whether they admit it or not.
ReplyDeleteRegards.
Jitendra Mathur
I always knew you'd be there to empathize with me...we are in the same boat!
Delete"the less crowded or the less travelled" which way indeed
ReplyDeleteThat is the question.....the easy or the right way! Thanks Angelina for being with me in this journey
DeleteAbsolutely delightful...stupendous journey! :)
ReplyDeleteYou always make me blush and swell up with pride with your generous comments
Deletethanks for the read....great you are through this ! it's a top class! I wish to share a link of it in my fb as well as in writersOwnHome where u are still a member. Congratulation!!
ReplyDeleteThanks. My absolute pleasure.
DeleteYou have captured a rare moment of introspection. It is certainly a bewildering question...kidhar jaana hai, madam? The best thing about the poem is that it stays true. I guess any poet who will put it down as it comes will write resonant words. This is one such work.
ReplyDeleteThanks a ton dear Snehith. Yes the poem germinated from brooding thoughts...
ReplyDeleteHi Geeta. A beautiful poem created out of common thought. Most of us are not fortunate to be guided. Many of us are. In a way, it all stems down to faith. Once faith becomes our driver we feel guided in everything we do.
ReplyDeleteKeep staying guided....
So true Shail!
Deletethe road less travelled,
ReplyDeletethe path forgotten,
the winding silent ways
like feelings of down trodden,
we manage to slip by
on our own reverie
we manage to escape
without feeling very
guilty of comfort,
still it sometimes hurts
and then a poem is born,
to wish a conscious morn!
Who else can reply in such beautiful cadence but you, Sunita!
Deletethe road less travelled,
ReplyDeletethe path forgotten,
the winding silent ways
like feelings of down trodden,
we manage to slip by
on our own reverie
we manage to escape
without feeling very
guilty of comfort,
still it sometimes hurts
and then a poem is born,
to wish a conscious morn!
Thanks @smart student
DeleteLife's dilemmas so beautifully expressed through a quotidian matter, or are these yearnings of a heart? There is hardly any difference though.
ReplyDeleteThanks Umaji. Your visits are always a pleasant surprise!!
DeleteThis is awesome ... so often we choose the easier route, steering clear of our real aspirations .... beautifully illustrated :-)
ReplyDeleteThanks Amrit!
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