Still Lost

Life is like circle
                  With no start and no end
Like a colorful horizon
                  But where does it stand
Or it is like a dream
                  You hate to wake up to
In the mist so hard to see
                  But you feel the chill in you
I feel it is an ocean
                  In our minuscule life
And the warmth of the fire
                  In the freezing world undying
It could be a strayed cloud
                  Which is never gonna rain
Like the scent of a flower
                  Which just goes in vein
Is it like a mountain
                  Standing test of the time
Like a silent endless forest
                  Not revealing what’s inside
As I walk on the lost road
                  Taking turns of my life
These are questions running
                  Like the daemons in my mind


Story of the Lost Road

How it started?
2 weeks back, in Majestic, sitting in Nandini having a hearty mini meal, peeyush and me had a thought to start a new travel blog. Thus started the brainstorming for the name. As we ran through multiple singular names like picture, scenic blah, blah and more blah, I suggested having a phrase, a meaningful, heavy stuff, thoughtful and provoking. As we continued with confused state of mind, trying hard to think and to come up with something original, we agreed that the name had to have something of travel, something like ‘2 lost souls in a fish bowl’, something to do with lost and being found, some path, some road, and suddenly Peeyush stammered ‘Traveling… traveling on the lost road’. And there it was an improved version ‘Walking on the lost road!!!!’ like straight out of Robert Frost poem, it was the ‘one’ we knew for sure.

It didn’t end there…
Came back home excited with the new idea. Next few days went on thinking of a small poem that would fit in and be the first entry to set up the mood and feel of the blog.
I came up with this one Walking on the lost road.
We thought it was ok, but still didn’t carry the feel of lost and wondering, imagination, a high fly. We wanted more and wanted it fast.

The idea
Friday 15th Sept, Peeyush called up ‘Yo! I have a line in my mind ‘Life is like a circle with no start and no end’, and the whole poem should end with the walking on the lost road. What do u say?’
Sitting in barista at Leela palace, 3 hours and Rs.350 on coffee bill, going through the wildest of the thoughts and comparisons, finding the right words and rhyme, from universe to history books to winds and chimes, it was one wild night ending at 2 am in the morning. And when we finally finished I don’t think we felt this happy before. It was an amazing excitement inside and thought we have done a pretty decent work and no matter what reactions others would have, I know we are going to cherish it for long.

Cheers Peeyush!!!!