Which Direction?

Sinister thoughts can mysteriously bend life towards a sorrowful direction

Without counting the days and their uniqueness, the seasons too will pass

Considering their fate to follow the rhythm of the celestial route 

A journey from morn to night with eyes of the soul being blindfolded

Only listen to the cheer, jeer, and subliminal fear; the chants become feverish

Chances are, all are wayfarers, who lost their direction and unaware of a destination

A journey that had to bend due to the belligerence of an unsettled world

Being spoken of casually, by beings who were supposed to be the followers

Of the seasons and days, the celestial journey, guided by the stars and the moon

~Amitav