‘WiTh NoWhErE eLsE tO gO’

  

Ladakh                8: 25 15/04/2012

Sometimes you stop to listen

To the sounds of this dim lit street

telling you stories of those frozen moments

When I had none else to meet

The story of some random wonderers,

Who always will be by

Who live in dreams of a beautiful tomorrow 

Never asking why

At times the journey gets tough and asking 

At times the walk is long

 Driven by their imagination  

With their will somewhat strong

 They will walk the distance 

And with glory will claim the times

For there is nothing else they want 

Just a prose for you that rimes

 They would burn in placid agony

With a silent bow so low

But then there are those lonely moments 

When there’s nowhere else to go

eMONK