Deep into the forest
I lost my way
And amidst moist breeze
And the crackling sound of dry leaves
I heard a whisper
Slowly unleashing a storm
Of silences
Springing from a whirpool
In the placid lake
I kept sitting on the bank
Hoping it to subside
But it took over the entire sky
Leaving no ray
Cut through the haze
That Engulfed me
I am wet
The silence is not cut
And the night is still
I still
Don’t know the way
But then way has become
The jungle
No body walked on it for so long after all