Flipped coins, spinning across the wilderness of wanderings
Slowing down into oblivion
Perhaps, stillness
Going deeper into the woods
Listening to the silence,
Beating hearts yet lost
A sense of getting by and through the journey
Just when I stopped walking,
I saw the reflection of the sun peeking through the trees
And the scattered crunchy leaves falling around,
Like the seasonal transition of lives
The sight of another traveler was seen,
Witnessing the forest
The writer is a graduate from the Lahore School of Economics with a passion for reading, writing and poetry. She can be reached at mariamsaeedkhan@gmail.com and tweets at @mariamsaeedkhan
Published in Daily Times, November 12th 2017.