By Rutuja Mowade
Amidst the chaos, life creates a maze,
Flowing slowly in the direction of our fate.
The mind, with its grasp, tries to steer the course,
Craving control, with relentless force.
It plans each moment, desires to know—
How will the future be shaped, and where will it go?
But life, with its twists, can't be bound or tamed—
The unknown is the answer, not to be named.
In the end, the mind surrenders the fight,
For fate holds the keys till life finds its light.
And just when life’s about to find its real course,
Fate forces you to face your hidden demon’s force.
The catch is not to fall prey to old patterns—rather,
To dance with the storm and rise even stronger.
To break the chains that once felt like home,
And choose a path that feels more like your own.
It’s not in the knowing, but in the becoming,
In trusting the silence, when answers stop coming.
So walk with the winds, let the questions ignite—
Your soul was meant to wander before it finds the light.