Ravindranath Kunnath\Paths

Ravindranath Kunnath

Paths..

Travelling for a traveller Is difficult, Roads are not straight or good Yesterdays, its all good.

Narrow hair pin curves And diverting sign boards On its sides nothing to be seen Old travellers Keep their old memories along with snacks.

Roads ,lay as an errased memory Totally confused may ask to themselves Where to go Right or left East or west Broken pices of mariners compasses And looking tubes Covered the pole stars face They remained there as dumped objects

We have lost all paths forever So All destinations too.

On staying with a feeble ,bowed body A revisionist Envisage Again a new renissance Far away But without seeing proper paths to begin He locked the thought in mind And thought about the face mask And the foul smell from it.

Paths are becomming A lost dream for the new ones And a painfull loss fot the old ones.

All are now In cages Because Keep aloofness ,is the prophecy.

But The lambs Parrots Bees And Ants Are Optimistic They are un labelled beings They are Never,pragmatic or dogmatics They believe Paths are never a pain or a dream Paths Are Not for gazing It is For to know and to mingle and to merge as a path for every body

We believe We believe Paths are the creation of us As well as its disappearance.

Here a controversy begin Which is the right path As a result of this Paths remain as a wild dream forever.