Walk for Walking

Walking on the long deserted path
I see no man, no beast, no plant,
nor a tree,
how could from this wasteland I be free?

Just desert, bloody red desert
As far as I can see,
Gravel, sand from which I can’t flee.

My legs were weak, hands no more than meek.
The thirsts were strangling my gullet.
An Horrible Ache is piercing my temples like a bullet.

The eyes were burning from the malevolent blast.
Roasting me like a forgery cast.

The life thriving sun had became an archer
Throwing scorching swelter rays
Cauterizing my scalp and
charring the face black.

The cruel torrid path
which Possesses the deepest fissure,
Which could swallow your soul
Into its chasm in its most leisure.

In this place of phantasm gang,
I saw a manifestation coming towards me
Through the mirage watered land.

It was a human in the most traditional attire.
Attire that no man could avoid
To put their gaze on.

I refuse to believe it
Coz it could be another cerebration drain.
Like many before which had only
Broke my heart and tired my brain.

I was about to drop bleached on the ground.
But then a sound battered my ear drum.
a sound
Which was spiritually very profound.

“don’t fall boy” said the man of the desert.
I pay heed to this stranger Calling me name
When we don’t even know each other
in our respective distinction of fame.

Who art thee? I inquire in bewilderment.
“I am thine lord and master in this banishment.”
“But I have no lord”
I insisted despite being on the bed of death.
He poured some water in my mouth
that revert my breath.

He asked “What doth thou seek my son?”
I assert that I’m tramping
in the search of purpose and fun.
“where is thine family, why thou art alone?”
I have no family nor sheltered no home.
The stranger gave me drenching wine and bun.

With respect and admission I ask
“oh my savior, yea my lord from where hath thee come?”
“ME the lord of desert, come for thy rescue.
Me the master Of dead land
suggest path to the roving souls”

“ ’tis the right path me lord
that thou suggests through thine perception?”
“I tell not the answers they seek,
I tell experiences that
in my beautiful life I’d meet.”

I ask in complete awe
“then what path
Thy experiences have for me my lord?”

“the path of life,
the experience of living,
first thou hath ‘choose to believe’
That thou hath ultimate choice,
But thee art not cussed
And thou deserve trust,
benevolence and Love
To yield the fruit of life
And then thou will be on
the path of purpose with fun”

He offered me his flagon
and as I took a savory quaff from the carafe.
The mysterious lord of the arid barrens,
Were melted away in my aerate.

I thought about him for many moments,
Sitting on the red boulder in contemplation.

Then I got up and start WALKING
On the path I named life,
With a carafe full of wine.

I now have the trust,
the benevolence
The love which I need for this walk.
I’ll find both fun and purpose
in the chosen path.

But till the desert is here
I’ll have the path to ‘my path’
as the purpose
And the wine for the fun and cheer.

Hence I walk with A love without fear.
and I walk to meet you
my most beautiful destined dear.