Lonely, as I walk

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.