Walk, walk all alone

When you wake up and sit on your bed thinking, wondering, that time between dreamy sleep and complete wakefulness you just feel nothing. You feel nothing but you are at peace with everything happening around you simultaneously, without your knowledge.

When you walk at the earliest hour of the day, the darkness that catches the eye, the lights around blurring your vision momentarily, and the snowflakes falling down on you, that is the time when again you feel peaceful.

Then there are those times in the middle of the day when you are walking, tired and thinking and assimilating and dragging through and overloading the brain, when you are restless, ill at ease, and miserable. Hoping that the leaves just might turn green when you return back from class, or the autumn may show its face again....but just somehow, in that terrible momentary confusion of senseless pondering you hope for  the impossible. Sometimes it’s just out of a  little desperation for change, for a different outlook and a new start.

There’s this walk I walk,

From winter to spring,

Hoping every time I walk,

Round the corner there’s someone,

Someone to fast forward the white winter.

I have seen the snow,

For too long now,

I want green to soothe my eyes now,

I have felt the snow settling down on my eyelashes,

Now I want to see the sunset.

The sky has been gloomy,

For too long now,

 I want to see it crystal clear now,

And I want this change,

To distract me from my thoughts,

It’s because I walk,

And I walk all alone.

The darkness surrounding me,

Has made me smile in despair,

The journey I have chosen,

Has shook me by all possible surprises,

I just want a drop to fall,

And create ripples,

‘Cause at last it’s all the same.

There’s this walk I walk,

All alone in the dark.