They call it
Walking on the road ahead…
Onto the quest of mysterious life;
I have unlocked many treasures.
Each one has its own story,
Each one has its own say.
Some gave me pleasures immense;
Others chased the journey of woods intense.
They all kept me quiet;
Engrossed in tasting the nectar of my choice…
I loved them all, and I thank Thee God;
I heard them as Thy voice…
There were the moments of entice;
You gave me the vision to judge what is sufficed.
Walking on the road ahead…
There were harsh and Rocky paths;
They made me realize, you love me the most.
I struggled through the waves of the seas,
I knew you want me to create new destinies;
Only after travelling through every bit of what we call a LIFE.
Walking on the road ahead…
I cherished the gifts of Gods from the heaven…
I loved being loved, I hated while I cried…
I laughed with my companions; now waiting for the reunions.
I hopped on the grass when I was a kid;
Playing all the games in the evenings amidst…
Walking on the road ahead…
I held few hands;
They showed me the path in between the knotted strands.
Now I yearn for those moments filled with care and pangs.
Lost In relishing them through my eyes,
I found the various novel meanings of living a life.
Can say, it is what we call a real strife.
Walking on the road ahead…
Each day is passing with the speed of light;
I guess this is almost the half way of insight.
Somehow, I have this strange confusion,
I am still amazed…
I haven’t yet discovered what is life.
What is the summary of my existence to thrive?
Am I actually on some special drive?
I am still… onto the quest of mysterious life.
AND I TOO CALL IT…
WALKING ON THE ROAD AHEAD…
Walking On The Road Ahead... 