THE MIST

Standing on the edge,
Trying to look at the path ahead.

It’s all glittering and gold on one side,
And serenity prevail the other side.

The blaze allures me,
Human nature-hungry for fame-
I go for it.

Alienated-within moments-I feel in this blaze
But the hunger has still not faded away.

Trying to survive, I do all I can
Ultimately, making a fool of myself.

And before it’s too late,
It dawns upon me
Serenity is the call for me.

And I land on the grass,
Growing amongst the pebbles.
Though it’s difficult to walk,
But it’s calm here.

I walk, not a cake-walk
But, with a happy heart.

And when I turn back,
I see the glitterati again.

Here I stand in the mist,
Walking alone without a hint.

Clear the haze ahead,
I have been walking in this haze for too long like a dead….