So here we are,
Driving away, long way from home,
The road seemingly never ends,
The joy of driving limitlessly,
enjoying the lengths, curves and bends..
On the outskirts of a city,
stand small tin houses tall,
there not to last, yet those 'homes' take it all.
Leaving the city behind which itself wants to last forever,
But leaving it behind, our wheels running to a no man's land.
The farmlands, trees springing by,
in the blink of an eye,
so much changes yet appears the same..
Silhouettes of plateaus far off,
like black smoke fixed to a spot,
come to their majestic form,
roads cut out through their heart,
life waits but does not halt to the challenges..
Driving and driving to reach a town distant,
a town called paradise, leaving the world behind.
A town where nature truly dwells, fort standing mighty, a river flows, water sparkling as jewels..
Leaving the world behind, so many people, yet some,
some remain, the ones and the one loved.
Some quite time to introspect, to think and to live the in peace,
away from the hush-hush and bustle.
Future dreams, present scenes project on the brain screen,
eating heavenly, cooked by the lovely hands,
chattering all day, a walk by the town's streets, with sisters whom one would die for,
lasting talks with a dear friend, taking all worries off..
