The Journey

Let me go..

Let me find my own road

Every journey begins with a desire,

To see, to feel, to touch the world

With all we possess.

Let me go...

Let me find the fork I need to take.

Everyone needs a marker

To say they passed this way..

Let me be the marker

Of my own new way

Each and every soul has a story to unravel,

A journey to commence,

Some need a guiding light,

Others a glance that propels them ahead,

And then there are those that need

To see the destination from afar.

And through all this only the wise realise,

whatever be the end, or the middle

The beginning is all that matters.... 

This post has been published by me as a part of the Blog-a-Ton 19.

My Tryst

I

Dared to dream :

The world below, Self above,

I

Stood at the edge :

Free fall craving, To let go unable,

I

Stumbled and grumbled :

The void overpowering, The deadly mist surrounding,

I

Heard a cacophony of voices : 

Drowning out the urges, Breaking through the trance,

I

Felt the adrenaline gushing :

Drenched in sweat, The heart pounding,

I

Walked away :

The cliff receding, The valley approaching,

I 

Watched in awe :

Shaking in mirth, The soul burst free... 

 Added  to Jingle's Poetry Potluck.

Let Me Go

Let me go..

Let me find my own road

Every journey begins with a desire,
To see, to feel, to touch the world

With all we possess.
Let me go...
Let me find the fork I need to take.

Everyone needs a marker

To say they passed this way..
Let me be the marker
Of my own new way

Each and every soul has a story to unravel,
A journey to commence,
Some need a guiding light,
Others a glance that propels them ahead,
And then there are those that need
To see the destination from afar.

And through all this only the wise realise,
whatever be the end, or the middle
The beginning is all that matters...