Every moment I ask “Where do you lead me, Oh ! my life ?”

I see not a way that you take me through but a tunnel of uncertainity

Eerie are your these ways, gloomy now are the days………


I look for an explanation, I look for a hope

Life seems like a fountain rising from a point and vanishing into mist somewhere.

I look for answers to my questions but all I get are hints scattered everywhere.

I find hints in their frolic, in their despair

In their appreciation, in their rejection

I gather those pieces of hints in my solitary moments,

Looking upon life in a new light, that I have never seen ever before,

Studying those patterns that life quietly stitches in the fabric of my destiny,

Dwelling in my space of solace amidst the surrounding cacophony.

Subrat Mohanty