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 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
Till the Labyrinth loses itself.