The labyrinth loses itself yet finds its way

Like the lanes in old Anarkali

One knows losing ones way is discovering itself.

The old man is walking slowly 

Punctuating his steps with the shifting dust

Labyrinth loses itself 

Another turn and a path

That one that Frost took

And changed us forever in 

Our quests

Our journeys change

And our paths twist and squirm 

And then push their way 


The sunlight and the grey skies

Pakora days and lemonade evenings.  

Tired arms and aching hearts

all turn,turn,turn

Till the Labyrinth loses itself.


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