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.
