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My reminiscence




Halted due to a slow moving traffic, 
I rested my head on the backrest.
The words outside stared starkly at me, 
through the narrow slits of my eyes.
'This was my actual destination but I took a life time in reaching here'

I looked beyond the carved words 
and realized  my eyes were on a cemetery ground.
The words did state the truth...
where we begin, where we head and finally where do we reach...
For every little emotion in life, we always have a choice -
for love, we've hate and for laugh, we've cry. 
But at the end, do we really have any say?
That's the only place to go once life turns away. 


 Why don't we then, learn to live without a choice? 
Why can't we just love and only laugh?
Why do we then frown, when it's only our smiles
 that will beautify each stride of our lives.

 The traffic eased and the car rolled ahead,
I glanced back to behold the words again,
The meaning of 'Life' manifested thru 'death'
clearing my path for the journey ahead.
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