The road comes free

I walked the bustling parthasarathi kovil street,
with the blazing sun setting low, orange'ing' everything.
my lunch bag in one hand n books in the other,

Chattering to no end with my best friends.

I walked through the unknown roads in ooty,

fingers clutched together wid cold n fear, hoping to dissolve into nothingness.

cold coz i didnt know ooty wld b so freezing,

fear coz i didnt know ill flunk my 10th math.

I walked almost the entire stretch of R.K.Saalai

oblivious of all the cars n buses n bikes n cycles riding beside me.

smiling at everyone n laughing for the silliest jokes,

holding in my hand, my admission card for college.

I walked through the solitary lanes in kalakshetra,

amidst the beautiful tress n birds n lot of peace.

listening to my rhythmic foot steps time to time

I wished i had someone walking with me n hold my hand.

I walked the long roads in goa,

dancing, singing n shouting with vigor.

Knowing not whether to grasp the beaches n its people,

or just give in to the inner child that lay within me.

I walked the small connecting roads in besant nagar,

trying to express something that i knew was extremely dear.

like how the waves come n go with no promises,

life also moves on with no pit stops.

heyheyhey

I walked round n round around my flats,

trying to blank my head n make time stop.

the breeze cooled the heat in my head,

the rain after just drenched me n my thoughts.

I walked down marine drive,

happy high after a night of partying with bro n friends.

watching the dark waves splashing on the rocks,

just happy that life is good, atleast for this moment.

I walked down the side lanes in guruvaayur,

knowing one invisible person was following me.

i didnt have to turn to find a peacock feathered flutist behind me,

cos i cld hear him calling out inspite of me not seeing him.

I walked the whirling footpaths in theosophical society

with green, green n more green till my eyes could reach.

i knew then that sometime before i said goodbye,

i wld wanna leave behind something like this n more.

Walking through the roads never mattered,

but walking with whom always did.

life, i have noticed, may never remain the same,

so walk.. coz the road comes free.