The Road Less Traveled

The road less traveled always fascinates me. Tired of the cliche, rat race, the mundane, the seeker in me land in love with moments, unfriending haste…

Journeys began, and so did challenges, and chaos as part of life.
Untrodden paths are rarely understood, yet I was/am determined, not to let go of my dreams, quest, and the pilgrimage inward…

The bunch of “Who am I? What’s my purpose? Am I doing it right? What if… If only”, questions and sighs weighed me down often.
To quote Emily Dickinson,
“I am out with a lantern, looking for myself”, was/is me.
But the universe never fails to answer.

My Anchor, hope to hold on are in different forms since childhood. I address the Almighty and have conversations with Him/Her like how I would speak to a family member/close friend. Felt no gap between myself, and the divine. Yet yet yet!
I have felt a huge void, lost the light, and route, and felt let down, too.
Broken, and frustrated, I have been listening to tired angry voices from within…

Falls on Forest Trees


So what calmed/calms me?
Solitude. Silence. Nature.
In silence, we hear the much-needed answer…
In solitude Nature gifts all the healing, and clarity, to gather one’s spirits and move forward in replenished hope…
I also realized, that the more I listened calmly, the more I observed, and the better and easier life unfolds…
And, it’s uplifting to listen within in surrender, knowing where our search actually begins, ends, and maybe, flows into eternity…

I find the true meaning of life, through art. All forms of art. Especially in writing. A river of joy flows within, every time someone says, they could relate to my poems, write-ups, or my words changed their perspective, made their day…
The true meaning of life blossoms within, when one evolves as a giver.
Giver of love, hope, time, knowledge, compassion, gratitude, and humility…
Reaching out to a weary soul with a cup of tea, a few loaves of bread is GIVING. For that soul, no amount of gold or diamonds would give happiness but that moment’s hunger understood, and being fed would gift abundant joy. Being a chosen instrument to be a giver, embed me in the happiness that twinkles in others’ eyes, and tears that flow out of love, a sense of peace…

I find myself in moments when the divine speaks to me through my words. My poems question me at times, why am I far away from the thoughts, and emotions that are brimming in the art I create with so much love?
I realize, I evolve through my words…
I wrap my soul with my own words and feel at home.

green leafed plant near table


Life is a journey and not a destination. I have been discovering life’s meaning in moments that gave me wings to fly, and in moments that broke my wings too…
The seeker-dreamer in me, often finds it difficult to go with the flow of realities. Finding responsibilities overwhelming, but amid all the challenges, and chaos, I feel the light from within whisper, “One day at a time… One baby step at a time”, and that’s how I meet life…
That is how I evolve spiritually, and emotionally, allowing the lessons learned, to nourish my body and mind…

I travel the road less traveled. Please meet my heart prints…

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