The Wayfarer and the Stars

A different hill he climbed today;

Or at least he thought so!

There were stars;

But they didn’t so much as look at him.

For they were away, 

Far away;

Perhaps in a different world,

Far from his touch.

But real.

So he kept climbing

In the dead of the night,

As the owls hooted  

And the cold wind shook his shapeless body,

Till his feet hurt.

For the brambles and stones he trod on

Were numerous

And hungry for his blood.

A few tears tried to slip past the 

Fortress of his eyes,

But he held them

With all his strength.

The only thing that came out of him

Was a sound-

A shrill sad moan-

Cold enough to freeze the river,

Flowing out from the horizon, 

Into a sheet of ice.

But no one heard it.

Not even the stars!

Especially not the stars,

Which seemed to smile at him from afar.

After all he was just a wayfarer

And they were Stars.

The Wayfarer


About Zeeshan

We are the twinkle in the eyes of oblivion.


  1. themonumentaljackass

    Waah, yaar.

  2. Rahul D'Cruz


    I could imagine you reciting this one. With all your expressive tones and modulations. 😀

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