Transition

Water droplets making their way down his face

Jumping off from the chin to the wet ground below

His stare unperturbed 

The huge Mango tree some 30 ft away

His entirety was soaked

Forgotten how long he had been standing there

He looked up

Up at the murky sky

The gentle rain

Hitting his face like a barrage

Lit a cigarette, dragged a big puff 

Held his breath for sometime and let it go

Only if letting things go was as easy

Old friends

The lot of them, crazy bastards!

Old love

The only time he felt human

Old life

Everything seemed like a haze

What exactly was he reminiscing about

He heard someone call his name from his back

He turned around

Walked a few steps

Looked back at the tree, with wonder

Walk

A long walk

Full of troubles

You walk nonetheless

What choice do you have

What choice does anyone have

This journey has to be completed

By you, by me and everyone else

What is at the end we already know

Yet we long for a different end

The prize is the journey itself

Lest we forget

Meeting people, building experiences

That's the whole point in't it

The path is illuminated by them

And not by anything else

Yes you may tread away

Into the darkness

Wandering in the unknown

For quite a long time

How do you trace back?

Your people hold the light

For you to see

When you realise you have gone astray

Look for it, the light they hold

For your people will never abandon you

Trust the light and walk back

Hold on to them and make it right

The end isn't any fun to reach

If you haven't enjoyed the starry night

With a bunch of guys that you

Can call your own

Who make you feel at home

Even at the harshest of times!