My Destination

I didn’t know
what was my destination
I didn’t know where I had to go
I kept wandering here and there
in the concretes
of unending roads and houses
to find some sense,
in the silence of dense forests swaying with the seasonal wind,
in the soothing music
of the ripples of rivers
deciphering their swirling voices,
but the thirst of my soul
remained unquenched
like sandy shores…

I came back disappointed
shaking like a green tendril
in my own garden
sat comfortably in a corner
with a pen and notebook
to pen down
what I had experienced
during my journey to destination
and ideas started
shimmering with words
ready to be crystallised into
different forms and shapes
of what is called poetry…

Just like musk to a deer
it was unknown to me
my destination is here…

–Kaushal Kishore


    1. I agree with you, Eunice that we can choose our destinations. Thank you for your appreciation. And yes, I love a bit of photography.


  1. Waw… waw… This is lovely and beautiful… you ended up writing a poem while in search of destination and the poem became your destination… great write up..

    I liked these lines a lot…
    “but the thirst of my soul
    remained unquenched
    like sandy shores…”

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  2. Wonderful ☺️
    Excellent 👍
    In reality, destination is here itself. Zero distance! Whatever be your inner perspective, my perspective also is same as you have reflected in few lines.
    Regards 😊🙏

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