I have often walked
And walked alone
Through the years
Journeying across the temporal
Into the labyrinth of moments
I have walked
And walked alone.
On days when I sit
And reflect in my solitude
Reclining against nature's rest
I find I have reached
The end of the road
With no more journeys
And no more walks
But a voice calls me
And I walk
And walk alone.
With every single breath
And every flutter of the eyes
With every beat of the heart
And every hope for a wish
I walk
And walk alone.
On days when I trudge
On dry dewy drops
And the sound of my feet
Tail me in my walks
I realize I am not alone
My walk walks behind me.
It matters little
Where I reach
Or where I am
Laid finally
For I will walk alone
Into the realmless...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A magical metaphor about life and its fluidity, its need to keep moving..Kala is a master poet!