A Walk Of Faith

Past that hanging bridge I walked.

Against the flowing holy waters,

In the search of unknown.

I kept walking.

Towards the hidden passage of

Archaic faith and human hope.

In the beautiful valley of the God.

I was roaming lost in the thought,

Trying to figure this life out.

Moment after moment.

Bend after bend.

Engrossed in one or some other doubt.

It's a trap I knew it,

Yet, I walked inside.

Knowing there's no way out.

And I kept walking.

Under the sun shining bright.

And my skin now wet with sweat.

It felt like something was leaving me,

Leaving behind a vacuum in my chest.

But, I kept walking.

In the bizarre surroundings.

In the lap of Mother Nature.

With some other road visible now.

On another side of the Ganges.

Running in the opposite direction.

Towards the congregation of holy men.

But where does God live?

In mighty white stone temples?

Or in pure cold hearts?

The question is eternal.

And so is the answer.

I find him in the clear blue sky.

In the crystals of falling snowflakes.

In the smell of wet earth,

In the sound of the mighty Ganges.

This circle of thoughts kept rolling.

And I kept walking.