The Walk.
Went astray
again and again,
on the
twisted path of this nomadic existence.
Arduous be
this long lone voyage.
Yet here I
am, still walking on blind faith.
Then one
day I came across Life
that
manifested on this path of lone existence.
Beheld such
surreal ecstasy; that unrestricted bliss.
Even after
inestimable reflection
I remain
clueless to the reasons.
Yet here I
am, still laughing,
still
walking on this endless trail.
Suddenly
some other day, I stopped by
and stood
in front of Death’s gate.
So
beautiful, brutal but beautiful.
Caught
sight of those eyes,
filled with
ice-cold teardrops.
Searched
for reasons unreasonably,
never
knowing why;
yet here I
am, still crying,
still
walking on this nameless trail.
wow, i guess you need to think a lot to come up with such stuffs. now i understand why you post something after a gap of three months every time :D.
ReplyDeletep.s. - i have developed an enormous inferiority complex after reading your posts. i might go into depression if i continue to read your posts :D. you are an awesome writer!!
Well.. not really, in fact just the opposite. See.. for 2-3 months, I go about not thinking at all, being blank... and then on a fortunate day my mind will be flooding with thoughts. That's when I have to pen them down before they evaporate. :)
DeleteAnd on the complex and depression thingy, well that's something mutual, trust me! :P
And thanks.. :) It takes one to know one.. :D
Very nicely written. Keep at it.
ReplyDeleteThanks a lot. :)
DeleteAnd yes, I will try my best. :)