anchorlessness..

so one day, you throw off that compliant mask and show your middle finger to those who say 'what next'?..you believe you know what you are looking for..what if you can't jot down that concrete path, you know how the larger picture looks like in your escapist day-dreams..your ambition has outgrown your home, your city..you pack your baggage and leave in search of more promise, more freedom..year after year, you fill up your resume with job-fetching achievements while your personal diary fills up with confessions of a wandering mind on sleepless nights..you stop sometimes, look around and hold your head high, steady your shaking feet..so you're at pace with the world, talking of short term goals, long term plans over pizzas and booze-you drift from place to place, advancing in tandem with an unsentimental world..
then somewhere in those in-between journeys, your focussed gaze is disturbed by blurring landscapes..you look beyond and lose yourself to distant horizons saddened with twilight.. all the while, inside your head, you hear- 'dislocation is in the mind'..that's the price you've paid for boarding the bus.