The Road.

I’m bored.

I walk every time I get bored.

I’d walk with a hatful of thoughts in my mind. I get a solution when I think. When I don’t, I don’t.

Well, I am something ain’t I? I am not just another random person you’d see everyday on the bus or at malls. A thousand dreams run down my brain and another thousand thoughts find their way into my brain.

I click sometimes. I click to forget. To forget about the negative ideas in my mind. To remember those days of happiness. To remind myself what I’m capable of.

I’m alone. I follow no one to reach my destiny. I follow the road. I just walk and reach where ever this road takes me. I believe in roads, not in people. And I believe in cigarettes too, yeah, and vodka.

This is my stop. I ended up here today. Tomorrow, someplace else. I travel. Not that it is my passion, but I end up traveling everyday when I walk down this road.

I have someone for me. A girl. Not that she is my girlfriend, but I kind of shared almost everything with her, I din’t know why, I just did.

Then one day suddenly she left me. She left me as if I din’t matter enough to say goodbye. God, I hated her for that. Then I realised, this isn’t permanent.

In life nothing is permanent.

Money – not permanent.

People around you who act as if they care for you – not permanent.

The smell of money – not permanent.

My passion for this camera – not permanent.

I was rich one day and I’m poor some days – also not permanent.

But I choose to be rich every time – I’m sure it’s not what’s gonna happen, but from my side I’m pretty sure that that is what I want to be.

My dreams to achieve the sky – not permanent.

My tattoo - this is a permanent one which says everything in life is not.

I’m walking again, to reach the limits of sky and my dreams, except that there are no limits.

Maybe I’m good.

Maybe I’m evil.

Maybe I’m just another random person you see everyday, or may be I’m famous.

Maybe I don’t exist.

Is this the road to perdition?
Nah, this is my way to heaven.