the joy of strolling on a lonely road
not travelled in the recent past
nourished by the shadow of the trees
standing guard and welcoming travellers
only the pebbles change their places
because they have no choice
age-old darkness creeps in at the dusk
pencils of light enlightening the dawn
only time changes
the joy in taking the path
that had been taken long ago
rumbling noises of foot-steps searching their destiny
the chaotic silence of the frustrated crowds
insane thoughts running about
in search of corners to settle down
dilemmas doing justice
looting spaces among the sediments of security
seeking the unknown or unknowingly seeking
the temple of confusion
life ─ a dilemma
a second thought
a package of confusion
or just life itself