The Walk

By: Vanya Sahi 

Dusk it was,

The silhouette of the evening sun thrust upon my face,

An even pavement for a foundation for my feet,

It was a walk etched upon my mind!

The melodious tune passing in ears,

In the la-la-la land world,

Flashback to my repertoire of my memories,

Gay and only gay,

It was a walk etched upon my mind!

Face towards the tang sky,

Widened the aperture of beauty,

From sprint I became the stroll,

My gait the centre of the road,

It was a walk that rode....

My mind to tranquility.

A moment when everything darkened,

My spirit focused upon the universe,

The breeze gushing against my face,

Brought a tingle to my heart,

Rejoiced at my dance the other spirits...

What was it? How did this happen?

Qualms went,

“It was the walk, 

“It was the walk,”

she said.