I walk the road less travelled
to reach where it ends
bewildered I am stranded midway
where no man stands
they either pass through this stretch
or they simply climb that curve
and take that foot bridge
far more easier to walk through
as it has a sloping edge
where walking slow is cumbersome
running along leaves you breathless
yet it reaches till the end
but…
do they know where is this end?
or where it leads
this standstill end?
or is it just a word written
in gravel
on this charcoal floor?
or is it just another cloak ?
to cover that threadbare dress
in which my soul stays encased…
A television journalist turned writer I have been writing short stories and poetry for almost twenty five years. Masters in Physics and Education, turned to Television journalism and gradually shifted to full time writing. Taught physics for a year at University of agriculture. Meanwhile worked for All India Radio as announcer. Reported for “Parakh” and later worked with NDTV. Got into professional writing somewhere along the line. Have also produced documentaries for television and radio.
