From Here To Where ?

Having come thus far at fifty.

I leave a door to the future… ajar,

Feeling kind of… drifty, thrifty and nifty.

Wondering pondering, from here to where?

Do I dare?

Or do I care to go, where I care, with care.

Minus the natural dare.

Alone and not as a pair!

Here, there, everywhere.

Life’s certainly been a tutor,

Hence, now I live in the now and not in the past/future.

However, now I am beginning to wonder

What’s in store out there in the yonder,

That is no longer as invigorating, as it was then.

As a feeling of ‘seen-all, done-all’ prevails now

And nothing seems to be like, the then “Wow.”

Since, I no longer wield the shiny sword,

And have instead chosen to wield, the humble pen.

To gong, the gong of the bigger, bolder, big Ben.

Nobody knows,
Life’s throes,
Gives us a rose,
With a thorn within,
To pin prick you,
And make you finally begin,
To listen,
To sounds of silence…
After a journey of love, losses and pains,
Strains and other energy drains,
Wherein one loses so that the other gains,

Minus the pains.

The gainer not knowing,

That to lose and be called a “perpetual loser”

Was part of the grand plan,

Executed without any fanfare or elan.

So that the gainer is neither pained, nor maimed.

Ever since losing,

I have stopped choosing.

As I am seeking

An answer to-

From here to where?

Wherever now, I don’t care.

As it is no longer a snare.

But a confident march towards the truth,

Now unfolded…. thread bare,

Thanks to my self-empowered dare.