The road it seems is unending. Most of the weekend I spent on the road. But that doesn't really bother me. Sitting on the front seat of the car, i see the road clearly and right above is the Moon. At this point in time, I feel I could be on the road all my life travelling as long asthe Moon is watching over me, or let's say as long as I get to be in his company.

It is just amazing. There is not much traffic. We are being passed by a few vehicles intermittently and rest of the time, all this landscape is just mine. On both sides of the road is nothing but a few trees on.the sandy terrain.

The road is well maintained only for that little stretch between Jaisalmer et Bikaner due to construction of another lane, we   faced a little hitch. But when that's finished,I am sire the ride will be so smooth.

Right now we are coming back. But when on Friday we had started towards Jaisalmer, it was wonderful. In the dead of night, the car cruised ahead and once the mist blurred the vision ahead. Some deers ran from the sides of the road to the interiors just by spotting our car. It was so peaceful and calm.

I am not going to describe what it was like in.Jaisalmer in this post, but would like to mention one wish that I could not fulfill this time.

I would love to be in the desert when the Moon would accompany me. Lying on the cold sand in a moonlit night...That is to be done next time. 

A lone car,
In the dead of night,
finds company,
of the road with slight bends,
Cruising ahead
in the womb of darkness,
the Moon sheds a little light.
A stray camel traverses the road
and goes to the desert land,
that runs along.
Some scattered trees,
some wild bushes
have pushed themselves up
from sandy terrain.
The faraway light
of another lone vehicle
from.the horizon
gets closer gradually,
assures the car
that it is not alone
in its ventures
by the night.

What meets the eyes,

Is that the truth?

What reaches the ears

That appears not brute

I rely on my experience

so that is my truth.

But how do I ignore

what's happening around?

Others' truth is what

they see and hear.

Apparently that differs

a great deal than mine

That also forms

a part of the truth.

Do I choose now to revel

only in what my eyes see

Or do I pay heed to

that those others feel? 

What happens 

to those

who, as kith and kin

have no one?

When they die

does anyone cry?

While walking on the highway today, I came across two bodies lying on the sides. Crushed by probably speeding vehicles, the bodies had no claimants. And why would there be any? The bodies were not that of humans but of animals, a dog and a cow. 

Whenever I travel on the highway, I don't know why, the thought often comes to my mind. It is not only about animals but even humans. Who cares for those who have no one to go to? What happens to those lives which struggle alone and one day leave the world without anyone remembering them?

Do we then consider ourselves lucky that at least we have a support system of people around us, who do think about us and care? But how does it matter when the reality is everyone leaves the world alone.