dispatched: to the unknown.

sometimes it matters,

other days it seems like a waste of time.

I am quite not able to point out.

It’s all blurred up clear.

what I am doing.

what I am thinking.

where I am heading.

Or is this even the right question?

What really matters might be,

is this all even right?

The idea is simple yet complex.

You move on.

from valleys to mountains

and to valleys again.

And at that point of time,

You will realize,

whatever you did in your past.

You will unleash the power

of unknown.

The mystery it holds.

If opened sooner,

You would have killed

your present self.

So, is this all?

To remain blind

till I fall down and break.

What more fearsome would be,

living in the darkness of the unknown or

the light of the unknown reaching me?

Human nature speaks it all.

Trust me, my child.

You live fearlessly in dark.

For if the light of the unknown reaches you,

you will be destroyed.

Not by the truth of the future you hold,

but also by the past and present.

You will kill yourself.

For what you have done and what you are doing.

Don’t be afraid of the unknown.

Be like a sweet homemaker

Always ensuring the idea of

the guests are like the god.

Welcome them with open heart,

even if sometimes they come

unannounced.

sometimes it matters,

I know what matters now.

Me making the decision

rather than be caged in the fear

of what it might bring me.

I will carry on,

from the valleys to the mountains

to valleys again.

Till I reach the mountains again.

~To the unknown,

The gate is always open. I await you.