flashback-12/03/2009

                                                               CROSSROADS
         


 Exploration amidst the cloudy sky
led me to the bridge fetching the horizon
glad i was to see the earthlings ,like me,
reaping to the fruits of labour.


the sky vieled by clouds
blurred my vision
took me ahead and then steps further away,
so far,lest my feet tread the bridge and
enliven me to my mission.


i had will but wretched ways,
i had dreamt but only to be hypnotised,
i had desires but no supporters to sympathise,
i wished to beckon but none to listen to me,
two minds,two hearts,two tales to tell,
of a zestful soul and the inflowing hail,
of a pitied life stormed by uncertainty
all dipped in the hues of the sun,
FROST had penned,frowned,sighed or laughed
and as him ,i too stand at the
           crossroads of my life.......
       





(dis poem is a dedication to d phase of our lives where we are presented with varied options and all choices lies in our hands n
dat juncture is- d crossroads..
n perhaps i share d same vision as Mr. Robert Frost himself wic might have inspired him to pen,'The Road Not Taken'.)