Friday, October 29, 2010


You and I go on a road of motion,

Of substance there-

The loss of substance with a feel,

Gone is all other despite solution and zeal.

The roads form and split,

The inner iron without looking at past;

The past riven with success

Mystifies today with lost axis.

Follow the roads -- the walking roads-

Deviate and it leaves you,

Reroute and it cautions:

‘I’m the walking road needing judgment and diligence’.

Severing the glooms of dust, the one

who clears the road’s matrix

becomes the needed Ulysses of now and fore;

the one we heard about in a chronic folk-lore.

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