Desire Lines Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Of macabre pathways traversing
Trails in footpaths to discover stone ways,
Of obliterated desires and to avoid angular
Dimensions. The rugged feet carried the burdened
Soul, to lighten up.

The paths in slow straddles with pebbles and white
Dust. Beneath the fading grass of carpeted landscape.
In the wayfarer's dream, angels sing and the tied down luggage;
Either on back or held above on head. Sometimes pulled;
Sometimes pushed. On preferential pathways.

Of a Wordsworthian elegance, through streams in the woods.
A Buddha's travel as, 'journey itself is destination',
A prophet's union with the divinity on a mount seeing burning
Bush. A night in cave, on a camel's back, leading a caravan.

Much is laden as treasures, but much as one follows,
The paths that traverses the urban design by an oil
Rich architect, as tall pyramid of glass work. A monster.

A beaten stone and brick dust and the proliferated lime,
Wet leather and barefoot. On a temple's foreground.
A walker's stalk. Thousand and one stories. Desire lines.
The beloved's last smile, a kiss in the air while gazing skies.
A dropp of water from a pouch; some neighborly hospitality.

Sadiqullah Khan
Peshawar
December 14,2012

After reading a review of 'The Old Ways'-A Journey on Foot, by Robert Macfarlane, a British travel writer.

The Cotswold, England.