Cut the Cake
You and I,
We both know better than
The excitement of a destination.
We’ve shared sighs of resignation,
Twilight was brighter back in the days.
But the yellow brick road tarnished by tar
Is evermore garnished in scars
Of emptiness,In the crowds that mow together down the lane.
Hardly smiling under the vengeful sun,
Their day won't vouch
For the joy in the journey
Due to their lack of a destination.
It is hard to cover new ground
When life runs its course only in full circles.
Endangered, earnest;
Adopting redundantly incoherent conveniences.
Like (an absence of) the last time you stopped to smell a rose...Or any such cliché.
Or smiled at the thought of free will
After the lifetime of it as a favorite excuse.
The fine line of what you do and what you must,
It is of invisible dust
That which you too will crumble into
And though your journey might not end
Sometimes one step backward
Is like two steps forward ... into a wall.
- Vineet Kaul