Thursday, March 19, 2009
A dusty road.
A vast expanse.
Winds of freedom.
A breath of beauty.
The sands of time.
Moments of release.
The burning heat.
And its soothing effect.
Feet that sinks into sand.
Souls that still dare to stand.
Eyes- that look the sun in the eye.
A thirst-that threatens to drink up the sky.
One moment of purity.
For a thousand worldly distractions.
One toss of the coin.
And you are no more mine.
You chose the world.
And its appearances- fake and hollow.
I choose my way out of civilization.
The call of the wild-now I follow.
You chose to live in an oasis of hire.
As you please.
I chose to burn in the desert of desire.
And that is my release.
(Inspired by Jaisalmer.)