Random Walk?

By P G Pratyusha

A windy evening

The urge for walking

Went for one

To have some fun

The same busy street

With every thing discrete

Wandered a little far

Beyond a block, a bike, a car

A curious path caught my eye

The less trodden, was it a lie?

But stories had spun around this road

‘May the God protect, those who trod’

My step hesitated and heart raced

But the gut pushed after all I had faced

To explore the horror within and around

The spark rose to enter, to return safe and sound

I went on, with a companion in me to cover

The chaos lessened and silence took over

Sweat dripped, legs shook, eyes went North and South

Searched for something that made my path worth

I heard leaves crumble under me

And understood longing cries of birds upon me

Neither of them assured defence

Warned not to move further in any means

The sky felt darker, a lamp across looked brighter

That hung on the abandoned hut; I sprinted faster

The hut moved farther, it seemed to lure

A voice called me, was I sure?

The birds now cried different

I could smell a curious scent

Branches swirled strong and loud

I felt a shadow standing scary and proud

This was a trap for sure, I had to get back

I clenched my fist to find right track

Looked back slowly and found creepy eyes

I winced and turned around but that won’t suffice

The voice deepened, the cries exacerbated the attack

Ran for life, with no intention to look back

A sudden blow from behind, something dashed

My eyes blinked fast, a sudden thought flashed

Is it a fun evening walk

Or A future thing to talk?

By P G Pratyusha