Written by Devanshu Vyas
From foggy windows en route winding roads,
As the trees blur in the blink of an eye,
In the din of the latest song that internet loads,
Lies a moment’s silence, for me to contemplate.
Is it the Whatsapp group of the trips I planned?
Or that hobby I planned to learn in my free time?
Amidst memories of the past, promises of the future,
Which are the stories that I wish to nurture?
There are things I desire, and bills I still owe,
Wistful plans of places to where I want to go.
But there are places I must be, save for future and dues to clear,
Which is the one that matters now, matters here?
Devanshu Vyas Guest Writer SVNIT Surat.