The Journey towards Purpose

The teacher teaches. The doctor treats. The policeman maintains order and the cleaner, cleanliness. Every social hierarchy has its purpose.

Everyone has a purpose in their lives.
Something written in a book,
that is stashed at the top shelf,
of the cobbled cupboard,
in a dilapidated straw hut,
at the furthest parts of the earth.

The journey is only as treacherous as what we tell ourselves. The quest is simple; it is not difficult as what it may seem to be.


All it takes is the courage to discover.

The Wait

Waiting for bus 1000 today,
it dawns on me that we've all been waiting
for something all these while,
isn't it?

(Do not lie)

waiting for duskdawn,
alovelost holidays solacelovefriend themoment.

(I am waiting for something not quite tangible in the form of an envelope.)

the wait time could be in seconds, months, years or decades.
It doesn't matter. (we're would be waiting all our lives anyway)

so long as It arrives eventually, which It will.

(I have faith in you, and in us)

2 June 09

This time, i will be silent,
and see who remembers.

Elaborate party of most sixteens, or fanciful and expensive gifts even brief birthday well wishes from acquaintances and strangers might come along with the day. If you are lucky.

but i am saving luck for next time.

i do not need much, to begin with.

Inspirations from "Elizabethtown"

I know how to play this game

one, two, three and I'm safe

count real slow to five

you couldn't keep me around if you tried

-summerlong by kathleen edwards

I'm driving on highway 69. Come, take a road trip with me. Feel the kiss of the wind and sing out loud with the stereo. We'll be free once again.

Together we're headin' home and ain't nobod' gon' stop us.