I would jump into that valley from the very summit
To feel the rushing wind, to see the hills moving upwards, To witness the whole strata of birds and creatures of the jungle I may fail, I may die, maybe impaled by the branches But worth the experience or even the attempt
I would practice my instrument days on end
To discover its secrets and my own Forgetting relationships, language, identity My closest assets are the greatest hindrances
I would walk that road none has set foot to
afraid that it may lead nowhere I would take none other It may be a long walk through the tall grass A meander in the jungle Or wading through a marshland with unexplored reedbeds With no definite path As I perceive that paths are laid down After being trodden on I can say with infinite certainty That I am not here to become, reach, attain or accomplish But I am here For a planned and purposeless existence ---M.Yuvadeeban, 2013