Crossroads

Crossroads

The moment I hit the road carrying no baggage in my head, I feel the fresh air blocking my view.

Probably someone’s trying to suspend the existing time out of my hand clock.

The moment I stand at the doorway of a moving train, I feel my body floating on a drowning ship.

Probably the speed and the resistance offered couldn’t keep me grounded with stability.

The moment I see each moment pass by at the blink of an eye, I feel I missed the infinite moments that moment had.

Probably that’s why I see the time, but the times which are in my hand fail to acknowledge me.

The moment I strayed along the pathless thoughts, I feel my thoughts strayed along the pathless moments.

Probably that’s the curse I saw in the gift and the gift I couldn’t see in the curse.

The moment I wonder why the poles stand apart wearing placards on their heads, I feel I should make a choice of direction they offer me.

Probably that’s what I am supposed to do, when am stuck in the crossroads of life.