Fear jazzed with angst on the tip
of my tongue. churning stomach,
knots wrung. Stranded entangled,
in a maze of roads, my heart rose,
ticked as a clock with battery low.
The curvaceous roads to NathuLa
pass, surrounded by them mystical
mountains echoed and forewarned
at each turn; curvy Tsmago lake,
can be lethal, a meandering snake.
Axis of life is not linear either.
On a tufted path, why flirt with
an ebb and flow, desist charm
of a gravitational pull, of a mind
wandering, your consistent ally?
Prey, is it numbness or ennui?
or adrenaline rush, the vice?
Alighting from the peak of the
NathuLa Pass. I felt home.
As much a nomad is permitted.
Ah!
Wanderlust;
The incurable malady!
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Ah the incurable malady! The beauty of how you describe it kept me smiling through each line. 🙂 Thank you for the day’s smile. 🙂
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Thank you so much. I am glad it made you smile 🙂
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i could almost picture myself meandering through those roads as your poem wove in and around. lovely. the words had such music to them.
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Thank you,Suchita. This journey was also about conquering the fear of uncertain circumstances. The narrow roads, misty mountains and broken bridges, it was a tiny sliver of hope between life & death that held our nerves together.I am glad you found resonance in my verse.
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Loved the magic of your words.
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Thank you so much.
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