I start walking at the break of the first light and only break bread at the wake of the night.
Towards the east, I walk, through murky paths along the sentient jungles and through malaise streets along man-made structures.
“I don’t swim nor sail;
I nor ride neither rail;
I don’t fly or fall.
I walk; every way and all.
I walk; brisk and tall.”
I have seen reticent mountains talking through the zephyr, whispering to me the secrets of mankind’s end.
I have heard birds of many hues curse at us.
I have danced in the rain at the arrival of monsoon and I have seen lifeless bodies of children and cattle floating in the flood.
I have slept on beaches of white sand with mild waves of the ocean washing my feet on a humid summer night and I have seen tsunamis wash away lives, homes and hopes with it.
I have seen blooming lotuses and lilies over moonlit lakes and I have seen rivers of flowing plastic waste.
I have seen nameless trees and have touched their timeless barks; the rattle of their leaves keep begging me to spare their life.
I have smelt wildflowers of the jade vine and I have smelt the pungent toxic fumes of industries that produce goods we don’t need.
I have tasted ripe, moist, tropical fruits and the condensed flesh of rotten farm animals and fish.
I have filled my stomach and my senses.
I have touched dew with my naked feet and have licked snow.
I have seen plastic bottles atop Mount Everest and have tasted pollution with my tongue.
I drank sweet water from an oasis after walking for days through the golden sand dunes of the Gobi desert and have drunk water from a drain after walking through the markets of unkind men who had gold to lend but no water to give.
I have slept with wild animals and beautiful women from unknown lands; I have been loved and mistreated.
I have lived through my worst fears and my most unreal dreams.
I have lived through wars and feasts.
I have been sick and strong.
I have been right and wrong.
I have been excited and bored.
I have been intimated and amused.
I have lived for the sake of living and wasted all the time I was given to waste.
I followed the sun and I never walked west.
In my tombstone they wrote:
“I don’t have a home to go back to,
I don’t know where I want to go.
Perhaps; I just like going.”