The Road With No Ends

 The Road With No Ends 

It was a dearth evening , I just rode myself to a place with no checklists 

The gale was rushing in a blow flapping on the faces 

The sun was about to doze of , it all felt like the fantasies we talk of 

We are here - my heart shouted 

Shove off you , settle down - my mind somehow convinced my senses 

As i rode through the road the bustle around me became less chaotic , everything around me slowed down as if somebody spelt some magical charm 

on me perhaps or on everything else i don't know 

The market was silent yet in a fuss 

the people were jolly yet melancholic 

the winds were cooler yet felt warmer 

maybe this was the thing or all was my mind i don't know 

and the thoroughfare begins - the legacy of this avenue cant be personified , it is the way it is 

Here i am , standing before the mighty gates , the splendour of the academy unfastening my anxiety nd blowing off my uncertainities giving me reasons

reasons to perhaps everything 

The minute i turned back my eyes found an antique hall just beside the gates , the wood felt old , the lighting was dim nd a lady standing at the counter 

A hanging board was pinned to the wall which was swaying with the wind said - "You just went past a bookstore , is there something wrong with you "

Ahhh the books i've read books all my life from fantasies to politics , from fiction to academics 

intriguing isn't it .. 

Heaven it felt 

the aisle of wonder , just as LED ZEPPELIN  said the STAIRWAY TO HEAVEN  maybe it was the STAIR-TRAIL TO HEAVEN  

can't deny 

Anyhow , i managed to calm down my overwhelming spirits , rode down back to the main library chowk 

My mind is numb , my hands shiver , my mouth is dry , all i feel is the water rolling down my eyes in a constant flow 

i have survived almost everything , but it is beyond my control simply because i walked past something worth surviving for 

The ray ignited , the Inferno so to say 

Didi always told me the aura of the mighty gates leave you with nothing , i could feel every bit of it 

It is 6:30 in the evening , i am standing at a tall ridge with a cup of coffee , the snowy peaks before me with wind gushing to my face 

but all i can think of the boulevard 

It is literally the  road with no ends 

though it ends in the hearth of the valley , it continues its never ending journey imprinted on our souls 

We will walk through the valley of shadows to the zenith of gleam , the sun shining will not be one in the sky but in our lives 

and the anthem continues , now better than before 

Get It Done !!