Life’s Maze

Traversing the paths of life,

Reaching out to the destinations set in your sight.

The twists and turns strifing your aspirations’ rife

Scaring the excited might

of the exploring heart

because matters of life remain no longer of a board and a dart.

The child emerges from the mother’s womb

unaware of his end in a lonely tomb!

But he cries

Thinking what in his future lies

In the arms of a woman who hath in her womb had him borne

Forgetting now perhaps forever that he is meant to be alone.

For people are like the leaves on the trunk of a tree

Give a pretty sight for everyone to see

Become green,yellow,orange and brown

Die one day and fall down

to be taken by the all consuming Earth

And to make way for a new birth.

The child grows into an innocent infant

For whom striking the darts make him feel triumphant

Over this world he deems to be fair

And homogenous like his own hair.

Stories are told and foretold

Of Summers and cold

Of good winning over evil

Unknowing of his own to be fickle will.

The schools teach him what they seem significant

In making the innocent boy potent.

But forgetful are they

For they teach him the way

By telling him the directions he has to go

But what directions mean he never gets to know.

They steal the spontaneity from his decisions

For whats the fun without risk in a mission?

The autumn of the innocence starts to set in

As he witnesses feuds amongst his kin

Over matters his brain fails to comprehend

But his heart now broken refuses to mend.

Sadness hovers over his soul

For now not over a milk bowl.

Now he is ready to go to the city

Out of the mapped world, full of curiosity.

Not even granted a trial run before the main race

He lands up perplexed in the maze full of haze.

For now he stands on the verge

Where risks emerge

But he was taught the directions he had to go

But what they mean he never got to know

So the haze had him overpowered

The world called him a coward.

The maze took him where he never wanted to go

But the haze so thick, he couldn’t say No.

So he stood where he never wanted to stand

And no one now held out a hand.

The pretty site now lost its charm

For the leaves begin to fall one by one.

The trunk swayed

as the leaves decayed

The trunk was called weak

By the world so bleak !

Now he musters up his strength

To fight with the new world at length

The autumn of innocence was now ready to go

His fickle will now come to show.

The goodness drained

His heart pained

With the sadness he now understood

But it was upto no good

Because it took him long to know what the directions mean

The world leaped ahead and he remained where he had always been.

But now he moved forward with a renewed zeal

The wounds were now ready to heal

For he knew now what the directions mean

To take risks now he was keen.

The leaves kept falling

The world wailing

Him a coward or a weak

But now he was determined to scale the peak.