The darkness was unfolding,
Like spiraling coils of smoke,
Of untouched vagueness in unseen.
There was no light on the street,
Neither in the heart of the traveler,
He was, but, Alone, desolate and lost.
Not in the sense of direction,
Not in the way of destination,
Lost; without any purpose or a goal.
He fell down on his knees
His head prostrated,
Not to the god he was searching,
Not the solace he was seeking.
Stars twinkled from the diamond studded sky,
Winking, as if mocking
His failure, his frustration
In naughtiness, they exposed that harsh truth
He sighed, and exhaled,
A deep sonorous breath
Which resounded deeply in his ears.
He was shocked,
By the hollowness in it!!!
Is this what faith had reduced him to?
He was tracing, the footsteps taught, wasn’t he?
Will the promises be retracted, now?
Did this road never lead to that ultimate destiny?
He was exhausted… and consumed,
By fear of failure… of purposelessness
He sighed again, not out of pity for self,
But for remorse for that to come by.
He prayed then, for the next traveler,
He wished he will turn midway,
To achieve those lands, those skies
And that one shining hope of ray
But then, at the far end of the road,
Appeared the man in white robe
His face gleaming with a blithe smile,
His aura glowing over the mile.
He came, and picked the man
Embraced him lightly and whispered silently
‘What thy wish for, thou gain’
’Cause this journey is not easy; not without the pain
And thus thou deeds come back again
Whatever thou wish for; joy or vain.’
‘And you my friend, unlocked the door right now
When you prayed, not for yourself, but for the friend unknown
And the tear you shed has melt the world
For you have gained what they search all along.’
‘So walk in, come with me
To the paradise lost
So we experience the bliss
And retrace the road’
‘To heaven, peace and solitude.
To fulfillment, pleasure and salvation
We reach the doors of unknown and know it
Only to lock it back again to re-explore.’
And thus he went along, never turning back,
Finding his destiny at the edge of the road.
Just when he thought there was journey no more.