The lone walker
In the forest
With not many treks intact
Has lost his way
Not that it would take long to
Find the mo0rings
But for the present,
he is lost
In a maze of meaninglessness
Dont show him the way
For he may love to be lost
It’s not easy
Ever
To lose track of beaten paths
Even these paths were made by you
Let me take a deep breath
Let here be inner silence
So that all the din outside
Dims the flares
The heat
The fire
The cold aftermath