The Path

The path is a beautiful one
Regularly taken by all
Written by God, they say
Where a  flourishing future is certain
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say

While I look beyond the horizon
An act forbidden
I see the blue clouds afloat
Above another path; right next to ours
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say.

I keep walking here; where everyone does
My eyes still hover over the path running parallel
The colorful flowers are blooming too
Suddenly my adrenaline rushes
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say

Much time has passed
I keep my feelings trapped
Now the path comes in my dreams
Often talks to me; provokes me
Is this hallucination?
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say.


My mind now deviate from the old path
'Confused the child is, Shall come back soon', says my ancestors
But they don't know, where my heart had laid
My feet start walking towards the flowers
My soul keeps moving towards the shining stars
Before I could know, my path had changed
"We all shall walk on this"
That's what my ancestors say.

This is my path now
A more colorful one
Taken by none
Written by oneself, they say
Where flourishing mind is certain
"We all shall walk where our hearts lay"
They now say.