Journey And Destination

Marooned amidst the desert of nothingness,

Surrounded by the mountains of despair,

The traveler’s intellect summoned him the ultimatum.

“Your journey has come to an end,

Take this cloak of melancholy and drape yourself,

Let the crown of failure adorn you

As you put a halt to your momentum”.

 

Saddled by the burden of his dereliction,

The traveler turned into the sediment of brunt hopes

Whose dreams dissipated and poured down stony eyes

Touching his parched lips,

He was exhausted and slipped into a deep slumber,

Believing it to be the end of his ordeals.

But soon his thirst beseeched him

To look out for a potion to sip.

 

He rose from the heap of his molten & mangled desires

To quench his thirst and reinstate his trudge.

In the darkness of ignorance, he sensed fear again,

Fear of losing- not life but existence,

He ran incessantly, tearing apart the clutter of notions

That chained and suffocated his soul for a long time.

He reached an un trodden path, with a panting breath

He had to choose between quitting and deliverance.

 

He stared at the path,

Cut through the rigid rocks of pessimism,

It gleamed in the light of knowledge and was enticing him

To pick up his crutches of will and action and recommence his stride,

He held his trembling heart and spoke to his upset intellect

“Let me try one more time, let me search for the victory,

I might not reach my destination, but let me glide through

This journey with a sense of pride.”