A THOUSAND MILES

Not exactly a forced thought, for I found myself to be duty-bound. It’s something I’ve wanted to write for long, but postponed because it’s kind of inside my head anyway, but I wanted it out this time because you know, it’s been a while. I can’t be entirely honest about this, I’ve specifications.

A hundred feet on bumpy road,

walking through the doors I know;

a weary pair of shoes I tuned

to turn towards the world that’s you

I’ve been running all my life,

to one without my oldest find;

with scarcities and second thoughts,

in times without your rocket-launch

A thousand miles, my target set,

staring at the road ahead;

if only I could last the night,

I’d stumble through the whole divide

Dazed as the morning finds,

the outcome of a storm in gloom;

with yellow paint on winter white,

and blackness caught on shades of blue

It’s alright, I have half a heart

and half a hand in half this war;

but what with half the world alive,

biding time for half the strike?

And then you slice my night to two,

a complementary split of mood;

my sleet gets gagged by fire-power,

and smoke that fogs a perfect shot

A part of feet and taking wind,

needles of rain sent streaming in;

trembling on the picture-frame,

half-forsaken, half-afraid…

I walked, I ran, I sighed, I flew,

or at least I dreamt of what I’d do;

so rest a little, wait a while

and I’ll see you in a thousand miles

EPILOGUE

Freedom takes a walk out there,

returning without clothes to spare;

chasing fleas in running shoes,

apple-crazy, whole or bruised…

How much can this calf withstand,

inside the chest of half a man?

And a lesser sense that creeps inside

that a thousand miles isn’t worth my time

Taxi drives, her smile, her talk,

her nose, her hair, her crazy walk;

a thousand miles ahead, as said,

and the blanket finally found my head…

To ‘You’. And sorry about the hiatus, it implied nothing but the fact that there was a hiatus, like a hiatus for hiatus’ sake, nothing more to explain.