Walking On The Road Ahead

Walking On The Road Ahead prose poem

Uploaded by Neha Bhatnagar


They call it

On to the quest of mysterious life;
I have unlocked many treasures.
Each one has its own story,
Each one has its own say.
Some gave me pleasures immense;
Others chased the journey of woods intense.

They all kept me quiet;
Engrossed in tasting the nectar of my choice.
I loved them all, and I thank Thee God;
I heard them as Thy voice.
There were the moments of entice;
You gave me the vision to judge what would suffice.

Walking on the road ahead…
There were harsh and Rocky paths;
They made me realize, you love me the most.
I struggled through the waves of the seas,
I knew you want me to create new destinies;
Only after travelling through every bit of what we call a LIFE.

Walking on the road ahead…
I cherished the gifts of Gods from the heaven.
I loved being loved, I hated while I cried.
I laughed with my companions; now waiting for the reunions.
I hopped on the grass when I was a kid;
Playing all the games in the evenings amidst.

Walking on the road ahead…
I held few hands;
They showed me the path in between the knotted strands.
Now I yearn for those moments filled with care and pangs.
Lost In relishing them through my eyes,
I found the various novel meanings of living a life.
Can say, it is what we call a real strife.

Walking on the road ahead.
Each day is passing with the speed of light;
I guess this is almost the half way of insight.
Somehow, I have this strange confusion,
I am still amazed…
I haven’t yet discovered what is life.
What is the summary of my existence to thrive?
Am I actually on some special drive?
I am still… onto the quest of mysterious life.

AND I CALL IT…
WALKING ON THE ROAD AHEAD.

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Neha Bhatnagar

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Stepped in this world… learned the ways… explored for the years… Dance is in my soul, rhythm is what keeps me going, Writing is my expression, which makes life moving. Still not sure- Who am I? Some called me confused, some didn't really care. For others I am an all-rounder; one thing is quite clear, For me life is just unfolding the new spheres.
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Aloke
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Beautiful cadence. Sweet imagery. Wonderful quest for beauty and meaning of existence !

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