Started to walk,
With no baulk
Destined nowhere, kept heading.
Music in ears, eyes straight ahead,
Striding miles, in thoughts
Bearing silence with compliance…
Dawdling streets, with thumping beats. Heading nowhere, lost in nothing but something.
Started to amble with dusk, alone, aloof, strode through blocks.
Was I calm or frustrated, or filled with wrath or loath?
Was I calm or frustrated, or filled with wrath or loath?
I was silent, calm, covering distance with no objective or goal. Carrying the storm of thoughts inside, circling around, making my senses numb, I was walking by...
As if was having a stroll with the thoughts, keeping the pace with them, understanding, storming with them and witnessing the visions outside.
I came across through fragranced parks, captivating beauty of paths around, trees covered with freshly blossomed flowers.
A fading background by lightning and few added droplets adorned the picturesque.
Everything seems like retreating after the days work back to rest.
Being numb I enjoyed the scuffle within and outside…
Guess it’s the journey between ILLUSION and REALITY.