Winding Paths

of life's journey and its challenges

Dead as dead can be,
nothing left in me but a broken body,
Not wanting to rot here,
so dredging on in monotonous motion,
wishing for fulfilment

Foggy is the road ahead,
Out in the distance,
a mountain looms across the horizon,
how long I would take to reach the foot,
difficult to tell...

Reminiscence of the roads past,
how beautiful the times and places,
the sights and the spaces,
why won't the days past come back,
replace the present

...Back on the road of reality,
and think anew the road ahead,
a mountain not worth climbing,
if to just reach the peak,
what of the peaks and valleys,
nook and crannies,
without which there is no mountain,
without which life is not worth living.

Hello...Goodbye

About our relationship with Mother Earth


There lies the first and the last,
The beginning and the end

The whole can never be explained,
Only glimpses into your elegance,
Your existence simple yet unknown,
Your secrets never fully understood

My undertaking brings us closer,
Closer to your end,
The thirst never quenched,
The need never satisfied,
At the last your likely demise,
Which is my suicide

I say I care I really do,
Though when words require action,
It cannot be further from truth,
Hypocrite I may be,
So too are many others I'm sure,
Why should I do anything if they do nothing too

So we die together,
In each other's embrace,
The day is gone,
Too late to be saved,
There will be no sadness,
No pleading for mercy,
For we brought it on ourselves,
This sorrowful misery