The Journey I belong to

now I don't remember what's past.
I keep going, living in moments,
where am I going?
where am I?
I'm here with this belief,
that the world is good,
and the one I have met on the path,
who has walked for some time (with me)
was a good person too...
I knew it,
just that he was a bit upset...
that lost traveler, of my own village,
that old path, which had to be remembered,
but which cried without me,
that was a home for me, it was an old fear,
but now I don't anymore belong to my home.
I belonged to 'journey', and I remained hers.
I neither belong here, nor did I remain belonging there anymore,
I belonged to journey, and I remained hers.
I am friends with milestones,
the path knows me by my gait,
everyday, the same world, everyday.
from city to city, I sell leisures,
I go empty handed and return empty handed too,
everyday, everyday I'm a stranger to me...
from the moment I became a city from village,
I became so bitter that I became poison.
I'm everyday,
I had not wished to become this...
this age, time, path, kept on passing,
I belonged to journey, and I remained hers.