journey

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    journey

    today standing on the beach
    counting the waves after waves
    how many of them i could remember
    how many waves could a ocean creates
    is it more than the life
    or more than stars in the night sky
    today in the eve of my
    eternal journey
    so many questions are there
    leaving behind unanswered
    always we tried to find peace
    and tranquility
    during our life time journey
    which was practically never found
    there were many things or may be
    you can say, maximum of them
    were not attended
    because there are no solution
    for those unanswered questions
    how much i have saved
    or how much i have earned
    when i look at my account
    there is nothing in it
    and may be that is one of
    the reason, i feel so light today
    with the heart full of joy
    though i am going to somewhere
    not fully aware of the matter
    as i have learnt from the experience
    we all have to go
    the one way ticket for that journey
    need not to pay anything
    it is a free ride
    alone and slow
    it is eternal and never ending story
    only little bit confused
    if i could get the correct reply
    of the questions that were
    left behind. 

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    Tempestlady commented on journey

    07-24-2009

    On and on the waves are ruled by the moon, as are our cycles of life, as are the wind and the tides. Needing closure can interrupt those natural cycles. Especially when we have given our all and in the end have nothing to account for. The pendulum swings, and the world spins and we are but a speck of sand, on the beach. Very modern philisophical piece. Write on....

    Lolee commented on journey

    07-20-2009

    Interesting...contemplative. Life is a plethora of unanswered questions. Thanks for sharing.

    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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