Lanes and Paths

Robbed the quietness and bliss.

I travelled – my soul did!

Beyond the world and the dates;

Did what none could.

The Renaissance Everyman – Doctor Faustus

Sold his soul and I gained too!

I allied not with the devil

Died not like Icarus.

Yet traversed through several births!

Splendour and lofty,

Marlowe took my hand and I went too.

The face that launched a thousand ships,

She that inspired the Odyssey;

(She) That Aphrodite hailed – I saw too.

Somewhere, my soul abandoned the travel.

I followed the lost Trojan hero

That fought wars on the way to Ithaca and his Penelope.

Between the legacy of beauty and might –

I was divided.

I returned to “he” that was ravished

Who repenting and pleading: not to be damned

The devils dragged him off

Unlucky, unlike the countess – Cathleen

My soul tried to intervene.

But I woke up to the hustles;

The halt of the train, the noises of another world.

Somewhere in God’s own country

Where I traveled to see my granny