As I went solo,

running away from life which seemed hollow;

I wanted to experience freedom and the strength of my own wings,

Over the dependence on branch and worldly things.

As I traveled on the plains, trains and cars,

I heard stories, discussions and different talks;

I realized how different they were from mine

Yet so authentic and extremely fine.

As I experienced the rivers, snow and mountains,

and tasted food and wine of different kinds;

I could look at things as they were,

Beyond my occurrence as illusions they were.

I learnt to break off from the past,

Stay away from the rat race of the present as it was cast;

I realised how analysis is meaningless,

And REALITY IS BEAUTIFULLY SEAMLESS:)