Walking, without a compass.
Walking, with two legs.
There are only two things.
A sky above
A sky below.
Winds do blow
and I keep getting blown away.
I tried to stand tall amongst the ruins
But found that I was also amongst ruins.
Now I smile at myself.
There's Nothing to lose, or to gain, in this world.
Lets walk forth.
And enjoy walking.
Let's share our misfortunes.
Let's forget about the past.
Let's forget ourselves.
Let's dwell in this world.
A lot of pages have been left unwritten. A lot of words have been left unsaid. All that was there was a mirage. A mirage formed from the heart's ever greedy desires. The day is over, mist and dew have fallen, cold-blooded night has descended upon me. I can't see myself. Vast stretches of sand move beneath my feet. My legs feel the ail of the tiring exercise. A purposeless, hard walk on sands which do not know where they are going to. I kneel before the stars, the night-sky, the cold-blooded night, the mushy sands, I kneel before myself. Show me light. Show me what I have to do. What does free-will have to do in this intricately planned out world ? I let you have your choices because my choices are heartbroken.
A few good moments on this soil is all that I ask for. The fresh air caressing my cheeks in the dawn, the palms waving under the half-knitted moon and a reek of absolutely crystal water, that shines diamond in the noon. Hand me these and I vow never to wield this pen again. For today, I am broken. I am shattered by my own treachery. I no longer have faith in myself. I am not me. My actions have no control over my thoughts. I have degraded myself into a non-humane form. So self-engrossed that there is no place for this world. Not even a sincere thought has cared to ripple across my brain. All have been in the hope of fame, admiration or sympathy.
But today, while this tap, mercilessly, lets the water flow and the pen, unthinkingly, lets the words flow, I sit. I sit, looking at mankind, looking at myself. So accustomed to the each pixel of my tiresome features. I do not weep for my heart is no longer alive. Only a being with claws on his hand and hard-toothed canines on his mouth. Ready to bite a sweet bite upon men who have walked alongside.
Where are we ? Why does it have to be so beautiful ? Why are we here and nowhere else ? Why am I falling under the weight of my own feet ? Why am I hiding myself ? Why is it that thoughts aren't transparent ? Why is it that emotions are so afraid to show themselves under the sun ?
I have answered these questions a million times over. But then, we move on. Time is like a river which keeps flowing towards the eternal ocean. The ocean is unseen. But the dipping blot of fire in the horizon tells me that the ocean will always be there. And it too dies.
