Life
The
journey of the Pilgrim soul,
Another
door, another battlefield awaits,
Joy
of existence, the purpose, the goal,
sense
of senses, love and fear sedates,
collage
of events subject to wear and tear,
locomotive
fueled by hope coughing smoke,
of
ecstasy, lust, ego of creativity and despair,
wheels
of unknown fortune, speed is time,
On
tracks random chaos and divine chance it runs,
Saints,
robbers, kings, Jesters & soldiers all aboard,
And the
mystic smiles, different faith and prayers hums,
Every
baggage dear and near will soon sublime,
For
the true traveler is the one who will dare,
To
walk with courage in soul and foot bare,
Under
the hot sun, On the last dusty road,
