I’m glad about some choices
And the trails not taken
Inviting though they’d been.
In my head loud voices
Said I was mistaken
To ignore the oasis green.
But I’m glad I’d kept on gauging
My own timid intuitions
To guide me through the land
Where the contours kept on changing
And the mirage created illusions
On the shifting sands.
I’d like to submit this as an entry to the following link:
http://wheresmybackpack.com/2012/08/04/leading-lines/
nadirafromkannur 