A deep bend and a meandering path ahead.
Take a turn to see what lies yonder.
Misty and magical at the same time.
No signposts, no milestones to beckon
Inviting and hostile all in one.
Paths lay ahead of me as if conspiring to lead me astray.
In a flash I see I am on the wrong way.
Make a sharp turn and move back to where I began.
Sigh, is this the dead end; I should have turned at the bend.
I see I have miles to go again with no clue or legend.
Is there one way to the destination, I wonder?
My mind’s labyrinth sees no end.
Me, me!!!
- Sepiamniac
- Madras, TAMIL NADU, India
- Not an outdoor person.. prefer to get buried beneath books, music and movies... has these strange philosophies about life that might puzzle you. At the same time, likes to live life. Loves simple people, especially those who veil their formidable knowledge behind humility (The poems here don't reflect my mind or anyone else's. Maybe, just a patch of what various people go through.)
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