a Gypsy, in the Land of Life...

Like a gypsy, I wander, I wander for existence in the land of life!

Land of life has scores of territories to break in the journey and throws towards me a countless events to live.

There are deep forests like Amazon where I can get lost. I can get lost to find my way out to the triumph. Or I can get lost and die like millions of unheard creatures. Otherwise, the old man says, I can follow the leader on the boulevards of these forests. This way I can enjoy the forest journey and find the triumph or at least die without inferiority.

There are oceans of joy, sorrow and other such things. I dive into it, I surf on it's huge waves. I sail through it sometimes if I so desire. Besides, I can always sit back on the shores and try to arbitrate the extent and vigor of the ocean I am gazing at.

There are endless planes here. Planes, which make me feel alone in this universe. Planes, which gives me the feeling of emptiness. Monotonous planes, which kills every excitement in my drive. Such planes, which I fear, could last for lifetime. If I am lucky enough, the old man says, I will see mountains on the horizon, to mark the end of the planes.

Sky piercing mountains! Mountains from where, I can look at the trail I have walked on this land. Mountains, the old man says, may take a lifetime to climb up to the summit; and then I could see the land of Life, in totality. Heaven is closer to these summits than the land of Life, the old man says!