The path is oblivious of its end
its mantra being to
wind and unwind
to just go on
or stop abruptly.
Sometimes on finding an opening
in the bushes
behind the walls
after the river
the path sets out again
on a timeless,boundless journey
in another direction
to an end it does not care about.
The traveler eager,fervent in his desires
unsure of himself
weds himself to the path
hoping fervently for her attention
her care, her comfort and her arms
ties his heart and soul to the path.
Its an unequal giving
one gives his all
the other does not give nor gain
Indifferent,sufficient in herself
complete and content
she neither hopes nor regrets
she knows no care, nor love, nor hatred
to those who take her or those who abandon her
She is what she is because she is
winding and unwinding to eternity.