I continue walking
walking along the parallel rails,
still believing that they would meet somewhere
they seem to meet at the horizon;
But the further I walk,
further moves the horizon.

I go on ..........
with the firm conviction that
the ireducable distance between me & the horizon
would shrink sometime some where.

I have been going on like this
for the last twenty two years.
Tired, resigned people stop me on the way
and ask me to settle down like them,
somewhere by the side of the parallel rails,
the place where they gave up hope
and stopped walking.

I continue walking .......
the more I walk,
the fewer are the people I meet on the way
They tell me about the many who passed them
and never returned.
I wonder how many have further settled on the way
and how many have reached their goal.

But it bothers me not because
as long as I hear
that distant harkening of my own self
which seems so alienated
at this moment,
I will continue walking .......
to meet my own self.

I thought I heard my voice two nights ago
I woke up with
an ecstatic thrill running through my body.
I waited for it to call me again
so that I could find my bearings
and start walking again.

But it never called.
I stayed up the last two nights,
didn't sleep a wink
fearing I would miss it in

that very second.
I got myself together
to start out
the very moment it beckoned
But it never beckoned.
My voice called me two nights ago
to reveal itself in me,
To manifest itself in me,
to show me where
those parallel rails met.
It may call again
when I am in deep slumber to
wake me, shake me and
set me on the move again.
I would go on moving
that it would call me again
when I am moving
when I am awake.