The Other Path
written by: Sanidhya Rajpurohit
There’s always another path, they say—
Not the loud road paved in gold,
But the one where silence holds your hand,
And broken pieces still feel whole.
The path of truth, though sharp and bare,
Where lies dissolve like morning dew,
And every tear becomes a guide
To something deep, and raw, and true.
The path of light, of warrior flame,
Not worn with pride, but walked in pain—
Where battles scar the inner skin,
Yet dignity still dares remain.
The path where knowledge isn’t books,
But knowing when to let things go.
Where strength is learning how to bend,
And peace is found in saying “no.”
The path where pain has lost its grip,
Not because it disappeared—
But because you faced it, eye to eye,
And found a soul that persevered.
The path of belief—not blind or forced,
But quiet as a rising dawn—
When all the world says “you are done,”
And still… you choose to carry on.
So if you’re tired, broken, numb—
If light feels miles and miles away—
Just know: the path begins right here,
Where stillness kneels, and shadows pray.
It does not start with running fast.
It starts the moment you stay still.
And whisper to the dark, “Not yet—
I’m not done bending to my will.”
- The Other Path - August 22, 2025
