Walking solitarily, in the dark deep woods;
Where the nature is so swinging and so are the moods.
Green leaves on the trees;
Dead barks on the ground,
Sun’s rays playing hide and seek,
In dead silence or mustering sounds.
Thoughts come and disappear,
Like a naughty mane;
Sometimes as happiness,
Sometimes as fear and bane.
Some, wherein stay,
And stay there for long.
Cutting through my happiness,
Cutting through my song.
Nibbling me to a mere nothing
Like a parasitic crea;
To which, I can do nothing
But fall as a prey.
Those thoughts, those ambitions
They flutter through the grey-
To remind me of what I thought
And what I’m today
And what I’m today.
Those dreams to be the green have cheated me long back,
Only dead leaves I see now,
To remind me of my ever so losing track.
I lost, in each sphere
I lost momentously, here and there.
I lost my speech when I tried to talk;
I lost my humor when I tried to mock.
These thoughts inevitably pound me down,
When lonely, through the dark deep woods, I walk.
