Monday, 28 July 2008

The mist shrouded path...

The dusk has come,
with clouds dark as the night
looming in the horizon,
and there i sit,
accompanied by the company,
the company of Fear and Ambiguity.

Ahead lies the path,
and through which light has not fall upon,
untouched, incomprehensible,
veiled by the mists,
casted by the hand,
which belongs to the name of fate.

Here i looked on,
straining my eyes,
wearing my mind,
with a weary spirit,
venturing onto this very path.

Where shall i come to,
and what shall i see,
where does the path leads,
to this i have no answer.

Now the traveler steps,
on and on,
never stopping,
ever wondering,
alone on the mist shrouded path...

Saturday, 26 July 2008

Friday, 18 July 2008