Journey...

I walk down that lane,
I look back...
There is wind which blows,
dust that sprawls across the whole narrow lane...
The trees ghostly white,
the buildings speak of a ghastly past...
I walk down that lane,
my scarf is torn,
my shoes are worn out...
I see that skies fill again with the clouds,
which cry down their tears,
I yearn to look back,
see the way I came from..
Probably walk a few steps back...
But no,
alas! it won't be so,
ah woe betide,
things have changed...
A change I saw not,
a whisper I heard not,
a pain I felt not...

Now after that anguish,
after that pain,
all that is left is these silent ways,
lonely,
dusty with the dirt rising from those unburied coffins...

Now all that is left is a torn scarf,
a battered bonnet and a tearless mask...
The blood is dried, red and black as the rust from that shell,
the lidless eyes ever awake,
the tired arms carrying the baggage,
the bruised legs walking on,
the ache numbed by the morphine and pain...

There lies darkness ahead,
there was darkness behind...
Or is it just me,who is blind?

Now I wonder,through these chasms restrained,
now I wonder as I walk on that lane,
I wonder with doubt,
whether man was just meant to keep walking,
and forget,all else which was beyond his stride...

This moment,I still walk on,
on the land that is dead,
and amidst the trees that have been slain...

This moment,I wonder in this dying mind that was once sane,
whether all that was worth
was just the journey I made...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju