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The Lonesome Travel

The road ahead (dusty and barren),
But with significant flux of change,
Greenery remains lost in reminiscence,
A Cadillac asserts the shift of paradigm.

Yet the earnest mind fights,
Each step is an uproar against distance,
And each moment a destiny I write.

The road ahead (dusty and long),
Beside me nothing but my swansong,
Above me clouds, stars and love, and
In front a noble mystic waiting to be found.

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  1. Jaded Rebel13 May 2014 at 01:44

    Reallly nice this reminds me of road not taken by robert frost:-) and congratulations for the completition of 1 yr

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  2. Claudia18 May 2014 at 04:47

    those kinds of roads can be tough and dusty and dark - but then again filled with opportunity...

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  3. Brian Miller18 May 2014 at 04:49

    the noble mystic would be reason enough for me to keep going...those stars and a bit of love in the sky to guide the way....

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  4. Mary18 May 2014 at 05:01

    It seems that the dusty road leads to a rewarding place...so the journey will definitely be worth it when the mystic is found.

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  5. ZQ18 May 2014 at 07:38

    Bon Chance! :-)
    ZQ

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  6. Vandana Sharma18 May 2014 at 08:02

    The noble mystic must be very special, we all need to have our guidance

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  7. Sherry Blue Sky18 May 2014 at 10:30

    I love "each moment a destiny I write", and the idea of the noble mystic ahead. Wonderful, Anand, and congrats on your first year of blogging. Hoping to read you for many more.

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  8. Sumana Roy18 May 2014 at 11:11

    an interesting close....

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  9. Tomichan Matheikal18 May 2014 at 18:09

    The "noble mystic" lies within.

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  10. Stormcat Poetry19 May 2014 at 10:31

    I believe it's the journey . . . otherwise, take the Cadillac!

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  11. Locomente21 May 2014 at 03:01

    And the travel begins...
    To continue forever :)

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