The lonesome traveller

Like the oasis in a desert,

A luxury hidden, my mere necessity.

Abandoned it stayed, when I moved on.

Many a days later, I now look back.

Parched throat, lets me not talk;

Walking further,

the luxury hidden;is now a luxury lost.

Threw away what was mine,

for hopes of a greater heaven.

I now walk ahead,

Halfway there, Halfway away.

Caught in the sandstorm.

Dust in my eyes.

Vultures up above.

Value not your immediate want;

Far away, beyond the dunes of sand,

Might lie the goal you seek.

But for once, search your soul;

if its worth taking the chance.

Recall not the pleasures awaiting,

but the present existence,

Seemingly lack-lustre and old.

Hold onto your thoughts, before

they race the entire desert in a wasted instant.

Reach for the better life,

The spirits told me to move.

I raced ahead, not thinking for seconds few.

Realisation dawns later, like a sleepy child,

Feigning ignorance, yet profoundly truthful.

Hear me now, meek as I may sound.
From a parched throat, the truth resounds.

Reach out to embrace the truth.

The truth, a hidden luxury; my mere necessity.