Saturday, August 01, 2009

Unending Meanders

Where is ur end
Oh my oldest dear friend?
You the one on whom I've trodden so long;
Are life's cherished reality,
Are the poignant truth song.

A vagabond of my like is tethered to ur tune;
With ease he crosses the vales and sad dunes -
Sojourning through the meanders,
For he just wishes to know
Where this path shall lead him, & where he shall go!

Where the horizon meets the sky blue,
Whence the real assumes a fuzzy hue,
I perhaps see my friend,
There is no end to you...
Like a wisp of memory smeared
This road merges into another
With a new rhythm, starting anew.