On the soaring cliff,
By the raging waves,
I stood feeling elated,
Educing memories lost in dark caves,
I saw the ocean swallowing,
A burning ball called Sun,
Disappearing in a distant horizon,
Leaving only darkness & lights none,
Smitten by the dark,
With an ardent lust,
Moon came to kiss them all,
From stones to dust,
Waves are pounding violently,
Trying to extend it’s reach,
Disfigured & broken stood the formidable rocks,
Having roots deep in the beach,
Truth is shy & elusive,
Hiding behind the clouds of doubt & lies,
Standing close to the fine line,
In midst of happiness & heartfelt cries,
Like a delusional being,
I stayed contemplating my origin,
The traditional beliefs,
And the unorthodox sin,
The cycle of episodes that goes on,
Some eventful enough,
Some destined to spurn,
An amalgamation of smooth & rough,
Right before the end we realise,
Ponder about the things we missed,
Moments we failed to cherish,
That beautiful girl we nearly kissed,
And yet we hate to be different,
Scared to explore something new,
But we must understand,
Followers are many but leaders few.