By Raka Chakrabarty
I followed the footsteps, one by one,
Counting the fluorescent waves,
With a uniform rhythmic movement.
I was obsessed with the odour and colour,
And also the wonderful vigour.
Gradually, I was led to a Labyrinth,
Which I wasn’t aware of.
I embraced the fire and darkness,
But couldn’t find the way out!
Are love and labyrinth synonyms?
Not sure, but I liked the pain and struggle,
As it had the feeling of guilt and joy.