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Shweta Rastogi

Inspirational Others Abstract Fantasy Romance

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Shweta Rastogi

Inspirational Others Abstract Fantasy Romance

A Pilgrim

A Pilgrim

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The panorama of snowy mountains,

The versatility of terrains,

The breathtaking precipices through the winding path,

Unwavering, I kept embracing the ordeal and nature's wrath.


No inkling in ecstacy how I pursued my chase,

Without a morsel in five days,

Woah! Only ten meters away!

Lo! My feet gave way!


Face withered, Heart gave a shudder!

What in Heaven on me befell! A reel of all sins rolled before! 

Nothing was so deadly to bear these tribulations,

My mind prattled on and contemptuously cursed the universe.


Hours after hours went past,

With the passing time, I felt my limbs rust.

Holding my hope beside, the sun started to recede,

But there I continued sitting concrete.


A timeworn man came nearby,

Senile in threadbare clothes and scruffy.

Chilly winds turned his fingers inflamed and knotty,

Inquired endearingly, what made me stay here and sigh.


I gawked at him with ghostly glare,

How much I disliked his detestable demeanor!

He cupped my tear-swept face and fondled my frozen fingers,

Oh no! I felt a rush of warm blood in my clotted veins.


Let's go, Shoving me he muttered,

And instantly, in a deep crevasse, I was ushered.

Sans noise, sans exit and entrance,

That's the dankest of the places I'd ever witnessed.


There in were vines of fruits seen by none,

He offered me one and it tasted as bitter as venom.

This is the place where I belong, he blurted,

And thereafter, he incessantly spoke and I was quietened.


Solitary I laid, intoxicated but invigorated, 

Within felt a new dawn, could see through the facade worn.

In front, my mind and heart and soul left ajar, there's a feeling so bizarre,

Of being whole though nothing, renunciation and still of belonging.

Contented to the brink, now I wanted nothing.


 I swear, didn't find even the smallest trace of him!

 Or the crevasse or the vine!

Dazed but dissipated the delusion

 Of searching outside for sublimity of Divine.

Backward I headed without looking at the Shrine, without looking at the Shrine.


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