Category : Poems

Sub Category : N/A

I was an adventurer,
Or a wanderer you must say.
Once I decided to solve a maze,
Alone, but anyway.

This maze I had heard of
From many of my kind...
I was told to stay away,
As the path I might never find.

I started my journey one day,
And got inside the maze.
With all the confidence 
I had,
And eyes filled with blaze.

No sooner I found that,
I had returned to the checkpoint I had made.
But the hope my soul had within it,
Could not, this sooner fade.

My soul tried with all its might,
To even see things not in sight.
It shouted for someone,
But; there was no one!

Through thorns, spooky spines and pits,
With swollen limbs and bloodstained ribs.
I kept walking through this place,
But hadn't had an Ace.

But wait.
There is something wrong.
Lost in this maze,
someone it had found.

You say it is a monster,
Or an angel of it's kind.
Maybe a healing princess,
Or a devil at the night.

It was like a mirage,
In the blazing desert.
As soon as i went close,
It ran away like an expert.

Trying to catch it, I got absorbed,
By this lonesome jungle,
A place with tangled objects,
One over another one.

Now I was completely lost,
And there was no scope for me to return.
Cause I tried and tried to walk out,
But found that there was no one.

I stayed there wandering all around,
Days, weeks and months passed.
But found that there was no light,
All hope my soul gave up at last.

It fell in love with darkness,
And made the forest, it's home.
Cause the darkest place it could get,
Was this darkness alone.

Today my forest is dark.
Darker than ever before.
Fire; it feels from inside,
Just like the molten core.

Every night I go to sleep,
With an aching heart.
All the trees are sad there,
And my soul torn apart.

A forest with no light,
And animals which are wild,
The butterflies with broken wings,
Where the cold winter air swings.

Even in the utmost silence,
I can hear the fiery roar.
A shrill of fright sent down the spine,
Of this eclipsed soul.

It likes the smell of fright,
Of blood, of pain and frostbitten snow,
Cause the only things it had seen,
Are the only things it had known.