Srini in a Thai village
In response to the post with the same pic on Srini’s blog
It’s a long way to the end of the road
My wheels turn on tirelessly
On one side, the world as I know it
Calls out to me enchanting in its various delights
And on the other the lure of the unknown
Whispers secrets to my heart that my ears cannot hear
I sigh for a moment
Turn from left to right
Precariously balanced between the two
Excruciating, beautiful indecision
And my pedals start to slow
But my wheels run on
Painful conflicts regardless
And carry me on
Till I wrench myself away from these siren songs
And with another sigh, start to move again
It’s a long way to the end of the road
But it is in sight
And when I get there,
There’ll be another horizon to follow
The road runs on
It’s a long way to the end of the road
And I stop to look at the sights by the way
Sometimes I idle along, wondering if you’ll join me on this sojourn
And my wheels carry me on, past myself
And I wave a cheery goodbye to me.
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February 7th, 2007 at 12:09 am
She winks at me, and blows a kiss,
As she breezes past my halt,
Daintily as she swings by, nice and tall,
Carefree to the world, and even my bliss.
I wonder if she wonders,
If I am right behind her,
On her way, I hope, she sits and stares,
For, I walk behind her, the same road.
She doesn’t know, but Amor follows,
Her destiny, some place hallowed,
And I hope to meet her one day,
For, I walk behind her, the same road.