Lonely traveller

One whiff of O2 and there started my journey
Ignorant about the travails, ignorant about the miles ahead
I touched my little feet on the ground
It took me a while to get a sense of things
And there began my sketch in the grand drawing.

It has been a wondorous journey...

I see many a face, 
Some of them leave me,
I leave some of them,
Some of them become part of me,
I become part of some.
Neverthless each face reflects on me.
I laugh with them,
I cry, I fight,I agree,I disagree, I love,I hate.
A rainbow of emotions leaves me colorless.


Attachments and detachments-both unreal,
Happiness and dissapointment-both cheaters,
Success and failure- famous imposters
Fulfilments and frustrations-2 sides of a counterfeit coin
All of them come and go.

Neverthless I move on,One tread a measure,One foot a time 
I carry memories of the previous step,
I tread the next measure with a sense of false wisdom,
I might rise or I might fall, but I have to keep the next step.
All of them etched in time.

It is a journey within...
It is a journey without...
It is a journey of my soul..
Through the tendrils of time...

Time is the only witness...
Alas He is only a witness...
The cruel teacher, the task master
He makes me toil,He makes me me learn...
And kills me mercilessly in the end...

But do I really die??? 
I do not know.
I do not know my destiny...
I do not know my destination...
I shall know it....when I reach there...
And I shall reach there...alone.