The journey......

The journey began and ended.....
Each time , caught me unawares.....
When it began and ended, I know not.

The road was smooth , when it all started....
Then the expressway ended.....
And the rough terrain began.....
At first, a trail leading upto the mountains...
The beautiful cloud shrouded mountains....
Who knew, somewhere there...
Lurking behind the mist lay.....
The misfortunes of my life....
Each time the journey began.....
And ended....
A dismal sight.....
A forlorn woman.....
lost in her own world...
And lost to the world too.

Trudging up the mountain path....
Loosened rocks falling here and there....
Lots of ground to cover....
Yet slipping down with every step...
Still the braveheart continues....
For she know not what to do....
Only one thing driving her ahead....
The zest for life renewed.

Somewhere on the road less travelled....
She will find an abode...
A warm fire and some food.....
A glass of wine to devour.
Somewhere someplace in the journey....
A tavern will come....
Welcoming the weary traveller...
Beckoning her to chill.
Somewhere down the road.....
There is a streetlight....
Lighting her path.....
Somewhere someplace....
She will surely find her abode.

The journey seems long and tedious....
But what the heck.....
She is game....
There's a lot to see...
A lot to come....
A lot to experience.
Although forty and one springs have gone by....
She is yet to see the sunshine....
The brightness she promised herself....
When the journey began.

There's more to come from this bag of words....
There is more to endure....
Yet the never ending journey continues .....
For the lady is sure....
That there is this pot of gold somewhere....
From the starting point of the rainbow.....
Till the end of it.....
The journey began from the start of the rainbow....
The end is yet to come.

The journey, the journey....
A sweet and sour experience....
Bitter at times yet good for growth....
Growth of a human....
From a bud into a flower.....
To never wilt under stress.....
To blossom every day.