A traveler's account...

'Dear...'
he wrote...
'you seem concerned
About my ways...
Worried...
Thinking about safety...
Talking about weather reports...
A storm...a gale...a fog...a lashing rain...
What's the need
For so many journeys?
When there might be a storm approaching?
A gale...
A hurricane...

Well...
i check all weather reports...
At CNN...
and BBC...
At local channels...

And...
i rely on Nature...
Like a mountaineer relies on rocks...
On the avalanche...
Like a seafarer relies on the Sea...
i rely upon the Road...
And She...
And also He...

And then there are birds...
They are the best possible forecasters of weather...

They know exactly when to sing...
And where to fly
If there are storms brewing...
To save...
Themselves and others too...

Their flight itself is a sign...
So i look at the sky
And watch them flying...
If they are not rhythmic...
If their flight and wing flaps are erratic...clumsy...
i know...
Like a Ramsey...
A storm is on the way...
And
If they fly in groups...
In shape of a 'v'
Or sometimes like a line...
A series of dots
Placed on paper
But moving
In such a way that
The first dot can be connected to all
Other dots by straight lines
Without cutting across any horizontal line...
Like one dot
Connected to all
By lines
Straight...
Then...
There is only Happiness...
And no storm...
No gale...

So...
i go...
i see birds flying slow
And gliding...
i see how white wood roses bloom
And fall in sequence of their own
On green green wet moist grass...
i see how in semi dark
Light posts some flash
Like beeping silent a message...
i see roads being covered by red flowers like carpet...
i feel the wind...
and the oceanic breeze...
i see trucks and trailers
Moving fast to their destiny...
i hear footsteps of His omniscient presence...
i hear prayers chanted in His absence...
i see old men walking up a steep bridge...
i see a little dog hungry starving
In the cold wind freezed...
i see light
And dark
How they combine...
i see misery
And pains
With happy faces intertwined...

But for a traveler...
It is the only possible way...
To get swayed
And yet never getting swayed...
To die a hundred death
But dying for only a Faith...'

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