I’ve started on a journey,
On a road unknown.
A road that winds and curls,
And twists in the most unexpected places.
I’ve started nonetheless,
And sometimes I wonder why I did at all.
But it’s too late now,
There’s no scope to turn around.
Not because I can’t,
Or I don’t remember the way back.
But because I’ve tasted the adrenaline that comes with this uncharted march.
It’s an addictive freedom, that tastes sweeter with each step.
I feel like a bloodhound that has tasted human blood for the first time.
Something about it’s dietary preferences has changed permanently.
There’s no return possible now.
So I continue to walk,
Till my heels give way.
But physical pain has ceased to matter.
I hear voices of passers-by,
‘she’s crazy’ they whisper as they stare.
I smile and keep moving.
How blissful this craziness is,
Neither can I explain nor can they ever understand.
It’s like being in a fool’s paradise,
Even when the creator is a fool, the creation is paradise.
I keep walking, heels bleeding.
I don’t know where I’m headed – all I know is that I want to keep going.
Probably I don’t have any destination.
Now I think I never had one.
in fact I think no one ever has a destination.
It’s just the journey that matters.
The fool’s lonely journey to paradise.
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