From West to East India

Life

 Life

The journey of the Pilgrim soul,

Another door, another battlefield awaits,

Joy of existence, the purpose, the goal,

sense of senses, love and fear sedates,

collage of events subject to wear and tear,

locomotive fueled by hope coughing smoke,

of ecstasy, lust, ego of creativity and despair,

 wheels of unknown fortune, speed is time,

On tracks random chaos and divine chance it runs, 

Saints, robbers, kings, Jesters & soldiers all aboard,

And the mystic smiles, different faith and prayers hums,

Every baggage dear and near will soon sublime,

For the true traveler is the one who will dare,

To walk with courage in soul and foot bare,

Under the hot sun, On the last dusty road,

Myself and my moods

Well what can be perfectly said about the moment when one decides to create a blog. I am just a humble technocrat intrigued by all the mysteries that this universe offers us to explore.

So that is me and in spite of the fact (considering the sloth like behavior of my mind and my body) I hope my thoughts and my story telling will inspire you. This will be a blog which I hope will be a pleasurable read to any one who loves to read.