A Lone Traveler. Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Where did my path begin
I can't remember.
Where am I going finally
Not so sure.
Few portions of my journey
Though still vivid
Many others have disappeared
From my memory.

The route was not linear always
Difficult and tough at times.
Light and darkness
Dreams and despair
Played a game
Of hide and seek
Making the path both
Easy and difficult.

I wonder at times-
Why at all this journey
And someone says-
I have been ordained to travel
Like planets and astral bodies
I have started from a point
Of space and time.
Towards the end of journey
As my strength wears out
The road tapers.

No one was known before who-
Joined me at many points of life
And identified by names,
Claimed some relations
And left my company later
While some others still remain.

The process of joining
And leaving me
Conitnues through out.
It makes me feel
I'm a lonely being-
I carry my own baggage,
None was with me,
None will accompany,
For all the time or forever.