Twists and turns,
gorges and meanders,
war against
the watershed
in a relentless desire
to be one.
Complication
is simple
as simplicity
cofuses.
Amidst the maze,
there's barely any haze,
every turn has an end.
A straight long highway
though goes undistorted,
won't let anyone see
what is there ahead.
Eye-sight is sure to fail,
the sight before those
who took the easy trail,
won't either be a help.
As they won't dare to accept
their wise unreasonableness,
dismissal of the their realness!
The righteousness
of the outer world
is enough
to ruin the natural reason
that reigns the land that lies in
the inner world of
green-seed possibility.
A leisure walk
in a labyrinth
doesn't promise a destination.
Then,
there's the threat to be lost.
Confusion
is a constant company,
as advices echo like an earworm.
As there's none
to pat your back
and millions of fingers
pointing at you,
with some dreadful derision.
You end up losing
the slightest peace
as
the precious perennial spring
refuses to flow
in ephemeral unbelief,
repentance wrecks
the very zeal of exploration.
The desire to reach the core
may sink
before meeting the shore.
Doubts may loom
as early as
you step out of
the wise path to doom.
Sometimes it may even seem,
the highway has all the peace
in its offering
for each
of us.
So at times,
the labyrinther meets
the mirror of mockery himself.
But
amidst the darkest of disdain
you must call
someone on the highway
in order to put the mazy route
in comparative sunray.
If
complexity
is your cup of coffee,
simplicity
isn't going
to make you happy.
For a change,
be a fool,
go deep down
the darkest wood.
Ask
the wise-you
to leave some space
for the fool in you.
Allow
the fool
to invigorate
himself
and
let
him
pluck the flowers
of courage
so that he can stand
the breaking barrage of
a game of illusions
called reality.
Okay!
Let's call it
what it is.
A story called life,
with a tiny
variance of choice
made by one
who
sought
an atypical approach!
