Travel Musings - Shillong

The silent gushing of the winds,
The effortless meandering of the pines,
Switching between the ironies of life and road,
The wanderer tries to find reasons galore.

Why do the clouds cover the stars?
Why do the waters merge into one?
The wayward tramp and the spiritual monk,
All find a place in winter and fall!
There is the rum and the endless stroll,
The smile on many faces ashore,
"To each his own, to each his own.",
Kept saying the woman unknown.