Pritha's pomes

Some rhyme, romance and a wee bit reason maybe, bear with me ?

the journey…

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It’s out there, for sure, that is what I always thought,

Happiness, bliss, peace, love and what not.

So every step I took was away from me,

Because it was somewhere out there I knew I would find thee.

 

Along the way, milestones were trips on their own,

As the truths along each step became less unknown,

Some moments I cherish every day, every minute,

Some I wish were a picture collage, without me anywhere in it.

 

The views seem prettier with each passing day,

Or maybe life makes the hurdles easier along the way.

The journey does seem endless at times,

And at others, as sweet as mellifluous chimes.

 

Each fork in the road is treasure to behold,

To love, to cherish, to cower or,  be bold,

And when the stark monoliths of fate,  taunt you in the face,

It is the journey within, that keeps you in grace.

 

 

Inspired by the following lyrics in this song below..

सर उठा के मैने तो कितनी ख्वाहिशें की थी,
कितने ख्वाब देखे थे, कितनी कोशिशें की थी,
जब तू रूबरू आया
जब तू रूबरू आया, नज़रे ना मिला पाया,
सर झुका के एक पल में,
सर झुका के एक पल में मैने क्या नही

 

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Author: Yours Truly, Pritha

Professionally have I OD'd on OD ( organizational development ) for over a decade and more . Personally, I am all about making the mundane a wee bit more meaningful and of course a lot more fun in the process. In the course, of course, I very often fall flat on my face, but the joy of getting up makes it worth the "trip" ! Visit, explore, and do write back what you thought, and why you will come back again or never ever; either way I am grateful you dropped by ! Am quite a scatterbrain which is synonymous with being a Saggittarian, so don't take me too seriously; I try not to :) on most of my sensible days. On "other" days, I have more than enough very very well meaning well wishers, who do that for me and land me safely back to earth ! What would I do without them I wonder ? And then I pause, and I often ponder. For all the times I haven't let them be, How on earth would they feel, they were saner than me? Arguably and not so humbly yours... Pritha PS: And yes.. a new mom at 41 is my new identity and I am writing a new chapter with my little girl one gurgle at a time...

One thought on “the journey…

  1. Love this song and your thoughts 🙂

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