I am walking on an one way street

Long long time ago,
I started crawling
then running
and now I am walking
in an one way  street
undefined
with no signposts
and with no landmarks

Ahead of me
is morning  fog of California winter
I can barely see a feet.
it parts like the sea
revealing only a  little bit.
while the sidewalk disappears behind me

I meet
nerds scientists
young and restless
rejoicing paupers
miserable millionaires
smiling  small girls
nagging mother-in-laws
grandmas with grandeur
wisemen with advice
strangers who become friends
friends who become lovers
lovers who become strangers

I meet
artists.
dancers
singers
musicians
who live in their own world
and drop in to enrich my self.

On the way
barbie  dolls become heartthrobs
and pinups become grandmas
fighters become geriatric patients

I am a bag lady
without a shopping cart
but with lots of baggage
gathered throughout  my journey
It is a drag,
it is vestigial
it is traumatic
but how can I throw it away ?

My feet are tired
I am stumbling with the weight
but I am still running
after the golden deer of future
which runs further away.

Now
like a cow
I am resting
to ruminate
to reminiscence my trip
and make sense out of it.

I wonder
about the people whom I met
who made a difference in my trip
were they here by accident
or by my Karma?

I wonder
is this one-way street
the way to my destiny
or destiny itself?

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Babru
Nov 5, 1996
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