The past has faded from memory, the present is where I live.
I travel on. Who knows where I’m heading.
Where am I?
Faith lets me believe that the world is good. And those I meet on the way who walk with me for a while are good people too. I know.
Just a little cross..
That drifting traveller was from my village, that old path... whose memories I could not escape.
My home shed tears without me. I have a nagging fear ... that I no longer belong to my home.
I’m a man whose chosen journey, will stay the journey.
Neither room here nor from there.
I’m a man whose chosen journey, will stay the journey.
That I stayed always did.
I befriend milestones, the road knows me by my gait. Everyday.. the world feels the same everyday.
I sell cities to people of leisure, I leave empty handed. I return empty handed. Everyday.. I’m becoming a stranger to myself everyday..
I’m a man whose chosen journey, will stay the journey.
That I stayed always did.
When I turned from village to city, turning bitter, like poison. Everyday.. I wish I could have been different everyday ...
This age, This time, This road keeps passing by.
I’m a man whose chosen journey, will stay the journey.
That I stayed always did.
I stayed!
I stayed!
— Dr Karan M Pai
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