Path

Yawning in a cold, foggy winter morning,

Left alone with my shattered dark dreams

Aimless, but a serendipitous discovery occurred.

In a short span of epoch, I felt..

 

Choosing a path, an immense necessity

For rowing the boat of life.

Choices are not single, rather million.

Oh! Only one can be traversed.

 

The guardians of fetus, murmur in a loud voice:

Select one, that is dazzling,

Select one, that is uncrowded with sheep,

Select one, that is sufficiently payable.

 

Me, a bee in the dense flowery garden,

Wish to explore the universe beyond earth,

Love the language of colors and numbers,

Sing the music of god.

 

Totally perplexed and full of wrath,

Unaware of my inner determination,

very silently and secretly, I elected

Expression of complex computation:

for writing my memoir.