Enjoying the Rear View

ENJOYING THE REARE VIEW

Born into a mediocre family in a sleepy village,
I was complacent with the speed of villagers.
On moving to the city for studies,
I realized, the villagers were slow.

To cop up with the speed of the rest,
I wanted to move on, to the driver's seat.
Grabbing the earliest chance in life
I got onto the driver's seat.

Self driving was my passion
and I enjoyed driving all the time.
As the destination was clear,
I did not waste  fuel going around.

The roads were winding upward,
with fairly good traffic to face.
On my way I took  a companion,
to make my travel fruitful.

Days and months gave way,
to the seasons to change.
During the journey we overtook,
many, moving slow.

We too gave way,
to many moving faster.
We were slow at places,
where the roads were rough.

We were at the speed of mind,
where the roads were smooth and free.
We kept cheering each other,
always during the upward journey.

My companion complimented me,
often for my driving skills.
During the upward journey,
we rarely looked behind.

We reached the peak  en route,
and hoisted two flags there.
Stayed there  for a while with pride,
enjoying the flags flying high.

As the rule of the journey says,
we had to keep moving down.
I could see the road ahead,
leading into a pit at the end.

There were no diversions,
nor U turns in front..
Still we had to keep moving,
abiding the rule of the journey.

We had two options to take,
go fast and end fast.
The other was to go slow and drag time,
to stay more on the driving seat.

I lost interest in driving down,
and lost in thought of the upward drive.
During our descending drive I found,
a wonder happening behind.

As we were moving down,
the flags behind appeared rising  high.
Excited at that view
my eyes got often stuck behind.

My companion pointed out
 my oversights and driving errors.
I felt it too, at times
that my driving faltered often.

 I put my companion on the driver's seat
for the rest of the journey.
 Relived of the stress and strain
I started enjoying the rear view.

A Historic Voyage

              A Historic Voyage

My voyage was chartered on 9th September 1948,
by a ship commissioned by the God almighty.
The destinations were not scheduled
and the route map was not given.

Being a captain with no direction on hand,
I followed many on the way for some time.
I did a few twists and turns
and got desperate for want of focus.

Open the windows of your mind
and spot the directions, the elders told.
Time and again I opened my mind
only to see the rainbows at the horizon.

The rainbows with its fabulous beauty
was fascinating and mysterious.
With no guiding stars the voyage continued
through some good destinations.

There were no compulsions
to raise the engine beyond standards.
The routes of the voyage were safe
with no rocks nor icebergs on the way.

However, for fun and thrill,
the engines was raised recklessly at times,
to chase ships on the way
with varied competences.

The route on which this ship moved
was fancied by many who followed the way.
As the journey proceeded,
The number of followers increased.

Now the journey has become slow
and troublesome, needing repairs allover to proceed.
The leaks, blocks and precipitations at vital parts,
threatens to end the voyage.

The followers got puzzled over
and got frustrated behind.
A few of them took diversions
and others overtook to catch up the pace.

Repair and proceed with care for a little more
or decommission the ship are the options left.
The captain of the ship is all set to face it
and has completed the formalities.

He is ready to thank one and all,
excepting the one who stood shoulder to shoulder
even in stormy waters and got into him
like the sand in wood to make it a fossil.