The Journey

Insanity is something familiar
Obscure, ambiguous rhetorically unclear
For the mesmerized wanderer to finally nest
That craving to loiter, the irresistible zest

The journey to search remains so bright
The brave against the dark, killing the fright
Abysmal gloom that slowly haunts
The shrill of the wind, the flight of the heron

But the journey still so invigorating and divine
Beyond the demon, beyond the shrine
For there is the fragrance of victory which keeps me on
Inspite the shrill, inspite the heron

For who knows what the end might contain?
A fallacious compensation, a morose gain
Or the truth of life, wisdom beyond bounds
For its not victory but the journey which counts.

-Kanishka
20th January