Walking Away

 

 

As you start to walk out on the way,
The way appears intensely real,
You can feel the smell, the texture and the color
The word that describes such quality eludes your mind

The sky seems to be in deep mourning,
The clouds hanging loosely like old clothes,
The shadows beneath moves away the sun’s glare,
You can hear the whispers of the trees standing solemnly on the roadway

Exhaustion seems to whit your imagination,
For you cannot dismiss the uncanny feeling,
That a winged deathly presence will descend on you,
But your stiletto invites the self-air of a cat

Ahead the horizon remains a mystery, terrifying,
As you walk without any sound of your footfall,
But you cannot shake away the hard biting looks all around,
Worst still the sky remained flat, dead and frozen

But your heart beats different strange sounds,
As if you are on a path, a brink of revelation,
And you know the voice of the heart is always faithful,
And all wisdom is born in the loyal heart,
And your past, your today is not a chain but a glorious experience!