On The Path

 Leaving behind the warmth of the hills , the tenderness of the river 

I walked into this ever buzzing city.

The skies here too light up every single day but the stars are missing.

The noise here is overwhelming,

Crumpling the whispers of the wind.

The birds here seem to have forgotten that they have magic in their voice or is it me who has forgotten to listen. 

The travellers here seem so focused , So determined to reach the destination

While I wonder aimlessly still looking for the right path

Been here for quite sometime and the right path feels like a Mystery. Like a Myth.


Amid the loud noise

I heard a whisper from within ,soft but strong, "Roads are not found, Roads are made"

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