Trail

Lost, I wander,
Listening to the soft crunch,
Underneath my feet,
A step backward—I hesitate,
To gather the bits,
Never once, did I recognize…
It was a wasted effort,
To piece together my past.

Lost, I wander,
The gentle wind whispering,
Stealthily into my ear,
“Ramols, liefsbe, ulesva”,
Riddles to solve alone,
Never once, did I recognize…
The answers to those mysteries,
Are lessons of my present.

Lost, I wander,
Toward an unfamiliar path,
Squinting, I struggle to see,
Treasures sparkling behind the trees,
Hidden away in a foreign land,
Never once, did I recognize…
The faint glimmer welcoming me,
Is truly my future.

7 thoughts:

Vani said...

hmm...interesting

Vani said...

Morals, beliefs, values...

Zephyr said...

haha... yup! :-)

Anonymous said...

the path of life... its incredibly tough, but undoubtedly dazzling.

Anonymous said...

Hmmm.. so I'm still wondering if it's really a wasted effort to piece together the past... Very nice!! :)

Zephyr said...

i think it is... if i never really succeed in actually putting it together. then y waste so much time...? lol...

Ranjith said...

another addition from you to my "must reads"

 

About Me!

To escape from the humdrum existence people call "life", I explore the jungle of my mind. A meandering path, with thoughts as my obstacles. I put aside the smiling face of my mother, snapshots of holidays with friends, lost memories of my childhood... All in an attempt to find answers to my branching questions.

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