Crossroads

Puzzling, miraculous and random Are the ways of life Thinking, probing and planning Warding chance and incident Avoiding event and inadvertence Moving with care and caution One tries to steer through the trail But he reaches the crossroads Pauses to know the right path To reach the destination of his choice But all remain mute The crossroads do not speak He is all alone, and lost Fortuity takes over and he moves Sandwiched between right and wrong The road leads to a blind end Devoid of options he Stays there Days, months and years pass Collecting his cool and strength He starts the journey again With gusto and delight Flushing out his solitude and seclusion Finds a multitude of souls All haphazard, ignorant and confused Unable to guide his bruised past Simmering inside He continues with his quest Encounters a wise childhood friend Opens his heart to the sharp dude But what comes out of him is: ‘Life is like that, dance with destiny’ And the void continues