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.
The incurable malady!
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