Let me unwind and set out on my journey,
And tread on paths uncharted and go that extra mile.
But before that I’ll break the spine
Of this demon called routine.
Feed my wanderlust and please its appetite
Even if monotony puts its hands together
And kneels down pleading for mercy
I shall show none for death is what it shall see.
Adventure is what I eagerly seek,
That’s away from cubicles, deadlines and meetings;
Listening to the telegraphic conversations of crickets,
Deriving sense out of the brook’s babble,
Sleeping amidst walls studded with fireflies,
Under a roof with stars clinging onto the sky’s tiles,
I’ll wake up in the morn pushing aside the blanket of pallid mist.
The maps will be burnt down to ashes
And the compass would be thrown into deep abyss.
While the feet will be the shadow
My heart would lead its way.
Following it just about everywhere along the serene landscapes;
Like the river I’ll flow and wandering I’ll go,
Just the way it knows not which path to roll.
But all it knows is it has an ocean to meet.
With eyes set on the horizon afar it flows,
It never turns around or even rests for seconds few.
Similarly, I see the crimson horizon,
Where the sky kisses the wide open green;
I hope that my destiny's somewhere out there,
And whatever happens I just won't retreat.
I'll keep on rolling even if I've to stumble and limp in pain;
My hope won’t die neither will it retire,
I won’t ever give up; I’m in pursuit of my destiny.
Cos I believe out there awaits His promise land,
For which I’ll have to struggle a lil but in it lies eternal glory.
And over there I’ll find a soul who'll accompany me till eternity.