Lost Track

Walking along the path in endless moments

Dust, insects, spiders, garbage, all left behind.

Lost my way

When I came across a new path.

No compass,

No showing of the sun,

No mobile in my pocket.

How would I find the direction?

Then, I made a turnaround and

Walked quietly back to my home.

Or,

Walking along the path in endless moments

Dust, insects, spiders, garbage, all left behind.

Lost my way

When I came across a new path.

No compass,

No showing of the sun,

No mobile in my pocket.

How would I find the direction?

I kept walking, to see what happens.

As I walked,

I saw one, two, many squirrels,

Singing tunes of a flock of birds,

The songs of green,

The rusty leaves,

The closed doors of houses.

Then I saw people, walking in the street.

Were they walking? Or jogging? Or giggling? Damn, my head.

Reached to ask,

For my destination that I seek.

They laughed and said,

“Go back the way you came. Are you looking for your own home?”

Gotcha! I lost my way home.

Then, I made a turnaround and

Walked quietly back to my home.

(Initially published on Medium)