Foot and Path

Traveling or treading is a must to reach at some place or point. But to choose a right path or wrong one is the sole discretion of a man. A toddler takes 65 years (on average) to reach at his destination after facing many twists and turns in life.

I am in the grip of certain notions these days that life is so uncertain and unexpected that no body knows when he will depart on unknown paths, having no tangible idea or clue of destination.

The only option we have is to keep on lifting our feet and moving on a path..

Perhaps, this is the beauty of life? When I gained some maturity of reflection.

I found out that my heart is beating on & on in a bid to traveling on predefined path.

My eyes are constantly blinking, perhaps, counting their predefined number.

My respiratory system is working nonstop, perhaps, nearing its final station.

Waves of ideas are coming into mind, without seeking my permission and going out of it with stealthy steps, where, I do not know yet.

What can I do but to reflect on and express my feelings.

The time wheel is rolling forward with night coming and day going. The night says good bye to us silently and day welcomes us with warm fresh feelings.

Perhaps, nights and days do not have time to meet each other or they can not leave their orbits, not even for few minutes. Perhaps, every thing has some sort of feet, visible or invisible, and path for onward movement but where are they all going and why are they in such a hurry?