The walk

The walk is never an easy one,
It was never meant to be easy.
Sometimes you walk under the scorching sun;
And at times there is torrential rain.
Or may be its the spring time,
With colourful flowers all around you!
Sometimes there are companions -
You get a hand to hold,
You get a shoulder to cry upon.
But most of the times the walk is a lonely walk -
When you fall there is none to lift you.

Sometimes you walk through the dense forests,
And at times you walk through the endless deserts,
Where mirages constantly try to distract you.
Sometimes you take rest under the shadows of some leafy trees,
And soon you brush aside the dust and start walking
From dawn to dusk and even beyond.
You stop by the stealthy river and sleepy town.
You halt where the children play.
For once you think that you were also a child in some bygone days,
And you think of those childhood days.
The very next moment, you are brought to today's reality.
You know you have to keep walking...

Until, one day,suddenly, you come to know that there is no more walking.
However big or small you are, time will stand still for you.
You have reached your destination.
All the walking and running that you had been doing over the years,
And all the talking and fighting that you were engaged in so long,
Have,once and for all, come to an end.
Its all over.
The red ball of fire has set.
It is time for the calm and serene moonlight
To pierce through the darkness
That was around you, that is inside you.
It is time for the Almighty Touch to enlighten your soul!