'Unlearning'

 

'The Window'

 

 

“Of the roads travelled,

And of the roads traversed,

The straight, the curved or

Just maybe a little slanted...

 I wandered through them,

My invisible grid lines.

 

 They taught me my route and even my way,

But they could never show my destiny to say.

 

 The road and the process made things so definite

That I forgot, that in thing’s definition,

I became obscure.

 

 As ideas never have a process or ever an ultimate route..

 

 Soon my thoughts were replaced with fears!
 

 My lessons through the grid lines.

 

 

My tread across brought me to many faces;

Of which some where to stay,

Some to be remembered!

And some, an effort to forget.

 I wandered through them,

My invisible grid lines.

 

 

All the lines I walked,

I ponder which of them,

Showed me my destiny?

And

 All I have now

Are the craggy bits of nostalgia

Mingled with obscurity

And

 Obscurity as permanence.

 

No line can be taught

 To be straight or curved.

Few things are best

As

Scribbles in pages 

 Beyond the gridlines.

 

Of  the roads travelled

Of the roads traversed!”

It’s  those beyond the grid lines

That got me to me! "

 

 

 

 

 

 The sketch is of my college through the window of my hostel.

 As I leave those days, I just thought of remembering what I am to forget!