A wandering lost soul in the world of superstitions.
Croacking of frogs, droning of beetles,
Soft patting sound of rains at window curtains,
flashes of fireflies, lightning of thunder,
rainstorms in summer,
She was too scared of everything and everyone.
Nobody got the reason behind it.
She panicked and screamed without reason.
Midnight troubles haunted her like a ghost.
She started to feel like,
something is missing within her.
She stood alone, crying by the river,
with her footprints in the sand.
Small pebbles on the river side,
Slowly moving river water,
Unbound shadows of old oak trees,
Wildflower growing in the mud,
All listened to her grief in silence.
People asked her" why you look so pale?."
" Why there is void in your eyes"?
She felt breathless,
walking each step felt like a big task.
She felt very unique and different.
She understood that,
she is on the path where lost souls walk.
Still, she didn't tried to find out herself,
fearing that she will be left alone.
She went extra miles,to fit within the herd.
She became a directionless soul,
following the rules of conventional society.
With disconnected hear and mind,
and a dissociated body,
She became a wandering lost soul.
She was frozen and stuck.
She longed to escape from reality.
She longed to find out herself.
She understood that we are all trained,
to believe the enchanting lies about our life.
It has created faults in our foundation.
The scars in our body are painful reminders of our past wounds.
It reminds us to be true to our self.
She perceived that many of us are,
faraway wanderers, moving towards our
unknown destination in life.