The Heart Rout(e)

There are always those paths in front of you,

sometimes forked, sometimes parallel;

some of them tiny at the beginning opening out into a thicket of sunshine

and some that narrow down into walled fortresses. 

Every single of those places have a sliver of light, a flower that blooms 

to merry, 

fighting warriors abreast with swords awaiting to lash and

many a shores of the beaches where you can soak your mind. 

You get to choose but one of those

beginnings so deceptive; 

you get these eons to stand and stare 

at the stars above you and the ground below, 

the trees that hug each other and the colours that hang around. 

Some smell of the petrichor, some like baked cookies. 

A lot of them have sweet smelling flowers and 

a handful that smell like tea. 

You get to stand there and make up your mind

that wanders down all these roads once

and you weigh it in your head from what you see. 

Sometimes you move out of instinct, some after you set

out after logic

whose crown falls tumbling down another avenue 

that hold your emotions by its reins

or even the little lure of your favorite sound. 

You tell yourself, I'm not going to regret this

and go down that adorned pathway 

hoping you'll find a charming prince or the fruits of heaven

whilst your parallel mind notes the joys that lie 

in the path that separates you by choice and helplessness. 

You'll most often live there, 

in that parallel path where another traveler dreams

of standing in your bright little blue shoes. 

                                           Photo credit :

                                          Image from the internet : SteveRossman's blog. 

                                          http://steverossman.com/2011/11/11/two-roads-diverged/

                                         I do not take any credit for the picture put up here. 

~Hemu