The journey

The narrow road
Winding up, ambitiously,
Towards the misty blue hills,
Perhaps, I imagined,
Torn between a longing
To get lost,
Somewhere between
Existence, and the sublime.
I wondered,
For a while,
Are all life's journeys
As promiscuous,
Yet exciting,
As tedious,
Yet inescapable,
Who awaits me
With open arms,
At the end?
© 2009 Rituparna Das