Highway to Pandora

I was hitchhiking my way, when the samaritan came along,
I smiled at him, seeing no harm in walking as a throng,
Only on seeing lonely wayfarers dying, did the thought finally occur,
On how every fellow traveller was company enough to provide succour.

The samaritan taught me not, to invite everyone into my tent,
He showed me how lending a blanket, was kindness well spent,
I saw the samaritan give his own quilt to put a shivering soul at rest,
The warmth on his own shivering face, emanated from the joy of the quest.

While I held my bread close, praying it would last me to the destination,
He freely gave his around, hoping to save atleast one from starvation,
The more I carried for myself, the harder it was to move forward,
While he proved the more he shared, the lighter was his path onward.

While I paused every now and then, to reconfirm my footsteps with my map,
He used the time to talk a fallen brother out of their misguided mishap,
Every story I heard, of tragedies unravelled through his conversation,
Taught me how little I knew of others, perhaps, my greatest limitation.

Why he tried giving more than he had, I never could surmise,
Until the moment he revealed, the unseen rewards of sacrifice,
That when you go out of your way, because the needy need you to serve,
You’ll be surprised, at how many come forward, to give you what you deserve.

It was only when he showed me the true spirit of celebrating failure,
I came to realise, that success all the while, had this over-glorified allure,
I realised, that alone, every step I took, was too indistinguishable to remark,
But together, every stop we made, was our journey’s next landmark.

He knew that I could feel hurt, because of my inability to forgive,
So I came to believe, only mercy and compassion I could forever give,
The highway to Pandora taught me, that my only enemy was a fellow traveller’s fall,
And I would recognise and reach no heaven, without realising that love is all.

This one is a Gazebo piece about the journey called life and its purpose. Sometimes we are fortunate enough, to have transportation, and other times we have to walk along with everyone else. What matters, is that we help others reach the destination. That in itself is the true destination for those who know it.


Walk Back

When you get another of those envious stares,
From solitarily climbing the endless stairs,
And you understand, why sharing makes the burden more light,
That is when you feel, you shouldn’t have let me out of sight.

When you break out into a jealous smile,
Knowing not, the genuine one for a while,
And you realise, what really made up that happiness,
That is when you know, what you really miss is the togetherness.

When tear after tear, tears itself away,
Hoping to finally find their own way,
And you comprehend, why they wouldn’t walk with you,
That is when you regret, the path that life took you.

When the thing closest to your heart is fear,
The feeling that the inevitable is much too near,
And you agree, that this is not the way things should end,
That is when you hope, there is still time to mend.

When what you need most is a friend,
Searching for someone you can depend,
And you acknowledge, there is no one who wants to stay,
That is when you see, you are far down the wrong way.

When you feel that you really have everything,
Yet, there is something that’s still missing,
And you fathom, it’s about me somehow,
That is when you believe, what’s missing is love.

But regardless of what you do, think, and feel,
I shall always wait for you wounds to fully heal,
Because, in life, each of us sometimes goes off-track,
What’s important, is that you have the courage to walk back.

This is another one for the Gazebo. We all make mistakes, and there are two ways to correct it. When the other person makes a mistake, pretend they are beyond redemption and Walk Away, or understand they are human and forgive them. This one is about the second path. Need i say more?

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