Being Lost

Being in the middle

Of just nowhere

Being in the riddle

And ready to dare.

 

What a feeling it is

When everything is new

Is it a curse or a bliss?

This contract, will you renew?

 

It’s like a state,

Of total awareness,

Listening to the fate,

And moments to harness.

 

You enjoy the path

No pride and no suggestion

Morning dew becomes a bath

Eternal touch of elation.

 

I am lost, I believe

In this eternal life

No identity to deceive

No tension, no strife.

 

It gives me a relief

It gives me a grace

I am out of grief

I am out of the race.

 

But umpteen souls,

 

Not losing their way,

Countless goals,

Are missing the day.

 

Oh! But being lost, here

Is a synonym of defeat

Message of sanity is clear

No escape from the heat.