Where shall the travel be?
When time is right,
Revealed shall the answe be.
Arrived at what station?
An unfamiliar place,
After a long journey.
Familiarize with the unfamiliar;
In search of the infinite continuum,
This journey is just the infinitesimal dust particle on the road;
Was this the same path traversed before?
What an absurd question,
Will it address the search unknown?
The water molecule of the flowing river,
Does it return again to the same spot
once it merges in the bosom of the sea?
Does not the water molecule in the sea evaporate and
come back again as raindrop,
To the river’s bosom?
The evaporated particle of water as dew drop,
Dancing on the blade of grass,
Swept away to the river by rain;
Does that dew drop know
it traversed this same path before,
To merge into the bosom of the sea?
What is this new identity,
Know this is not permanent,
Why then is this attachment?
Move on, move on,
This wandering is eternal,
In death the address is not hidden;
Who knows when the search is answered,
Will the quest come to a culmination,
The travel of a wandering soul in search of the final destination?
**translated from a poem I wrote yesterday in my mother tongue Axomiya (Assamese).**
Fleeting Muse 