three sixty five

one last time from two thousand ten
we walk out to the bend
looking down far below
so many miles in these three sixty five

the journey that looms
the sights unseen
hoping for sunrays and peace
wonder how many miles in the next three sixty five

miles and milestones

This morning the dashboard of my car moved to a new thousand. I have always, curiously, tried to watch the change of each thousand. So as I noted this new thousand, it got me thinking of how every few thousand life seems to change.

While the miles get burned on the day to day office & home route; in the hindsight the figurative distance covered in those to and fro miles is quite phenomenal.

First few thousands, they remind,

Of a young man uuntouched by cynicism,

in a hurry to chase unfounded dreams,

un-scared and unscathed by the unknown roads

Next few thousands spent with un-ease,

un-willing companions on the way,

a little fearful, a little lost,

longing for open highways, stuck in jams

right through the dust of jagged dirt roads,
on to the freedom roads of soul,

wizened by age and the thousands past,

just cruising onto horizons unseen

this thousand past and all I want

is a long open road,

many more thousands I wish to burn

and all I need is the company of me.