The Rime of the Modern Mariner !!

When the wedding bells tolled,
And the couple exchanged vows.
I felt blessed to be there,
Watching them espouse.

That blissful ceremony,
Was the epitome of trust.
For someone like me,
Left utterly nonplussed.

Into the skies I went,
Met a strange exotic bird.
The fowl wanted to know something,
About a place I never ever heard.

I spoke with impunity,
During the lengthy conversation.
The bird was left impressed,
By the amount of information.

I went to the nest after that,
Met a tiny little dude.
I had hoped to see him smile,
He was just not in the mood.

Hours passed like minutes,
As I kept on trying.
Finally the smile came,
And then I felt like crying.

I moved on to explore a bit,
Met a whole new flock.
If I'd hoped for a quiet journey,
I was in for a shock.

The group was young,
And a lot of fun.
I was drowsy though,
Wish I had a gun.

The destination was far,
The journey was slow.
When we finally arrived,
We had nowhere to go.

The no man's land,
Was close to the border.
When the girls started dancing,
It seemed out of order.

The shopping had to happen,
What if there was no sale.
This is one of those aspects,
Always fuzzy to a male.

The shrine by the night,
Looked even more divine.
The still waters by its side,
Reflected a heavenly shine.

The next morning we had to go,
To the same holy place.
Sleep, hunger and lethargy,
Was all over our face.

When the plans went haywire,
No one had a clue.
I was just as perplexed,
Contemplating what to do.

We wandered like nomads,
Ended up in a garden.
Which was supposed to be a tribute,
To martrys gunned down by a crazy warden.

Life slowly dragged on,
Overwhelmed by depression.
The end was coming closer,
Of the team's disintegration.

The journey back was a cakewalk,
Apart from the lack of sleep.
We were in the middle of an ocean,
In a big white heap.

The farewells were quick and tidy,
As I had to rush.
To the place where the toddler lay,
Sleeping in quiet hush.

That same day went reflecting,
On the days gone by.
What a week it had been,
With all its lows and high.

If the journey was a picture,
The octet had to be its soul.
We fitted together like a mesh,
To reach the common goal.

Life is nothing but a journey,
You meet people along the way.
Some moments are there to stay,
Memories that just dont fade away.