It was dense, denser than usually
is, but lesser on me, lesser slime
What jinx does it hold! This
place was never this way! Never so grime!
Yet, it dares me! It dares me to
take my eyes off - a paradox in every paradigm!
Moving closer to the woods, fear
clutches heart, crushes the soul
Last, I was in it, I cried and
feared and crumbled and mumbled
It caught me, raised me to
choke, my life took a toll as a whole!
Struggled to see light, craved
to be right, I stumbled and fumbled!
Darkness is never new, but what
it beholds in mystery, never told
Memories ensemble darkness and
its mystery, anima holed!
Its roots and branches spread
wide - it will kill me, it foretold
‘On fire the woods shall be’,
says mind! Heart called it to behold!
(Inspired by the art of Navaneethan)
(Inspired by the art of Navaneethan)
