He Walks

In the walk of life, a man will walk;
walk into any direction he chooses,
to arrive into the destination it leads to.
He walks..
Not because he has to,
but because he chooses to.
He walks..
In the silence of the nights
and in the noise of the daylights.
He walks..
In his trust and trusts in his walk,
and is judged by the just of the dust.
He walks..
In bouts of doubts, in honest sincerity,
and sometimes, in drought of familiarity.
He walks..
Sometimes, into the glare of the truth,
and at times, into the shadow of lies.
He walks..
Into the consequence of his actions,
or into the pardon of his transgressions.
He walks..
today, like tomorrow might cease to exist,
tomorrow, like today ceased to exist.
He walks..
Not of his own selfish will,
and yet, not of others' selfish interests.
He walks..
In the gradual revelation of his destiny,
and in the occasional revelling of his successes.
He walks..
Carefully, not to trip and fall,
Meticulously, not to miss a step.
He walks..
In the midst of comradeship,
treacherous friendships and foes alike.
He walks..
In the blossoming of love,
and in the recurrence of hate.
He walks..
and wouldn't stop till he arrives.
He walks..

his talk, and talks his walk.
He walks..
Forward ever, backwards never..
he keeps walking..

He walks.


Part 1: Walk Series
Part 2: She walks