The road has no
protection of any kind
always under attack
in the heat of the summer
high.

Tiredness is what
it can never know
and look
how I uncoil
across a distant land.

Darkness to my eyes
was not the absence of light
It was due to my mind
that I couldn't see
the light.

An artificial bridge
an artificial image
is what the mind
would never want to see.

It wanted a corridor
to bridge the the darkness
to the light
with the help
of my eyes.

A thousand miles
And very few smiles
The challenge
Was only for
The pure in heart.

Mistakes are impossible
When the sun shines
And yet
And yet I believe you
With my whole life.

A morning
A day
When the eyes don't wake up in fear
Such was a morning
Such was a day
For
Which I walked a
A thousand miles
With a few smiles.

the eyes opened to a new light
smile flashed through some rain
the heart could go now
and swim in the oceans
it was an exhibition of sorts
and joy was my
cast.