Far from my world,
On the unknown beaches of Goa
I was wandering off
Alone in the dark of the night.
The fall had made its presence known,
With the diminished sunlight
And the light cool winds flowing towards right.

The silence of the night was comfortable
Like the sweet liquid of the tree maple.
When I first came here,
I felt a burden which I couldn’t bear.
Walking isolated I stared dead into the ocean,
Feeling powerless; void of any emotion.
The sense of utter devotion, came into notion.

I sat there in solitude,
Lost in the moment of interlude.
For a minute everything stopped
My eyes towards the ocean locked.
Blurry minds and messy thoughts,
Do the people of the world really do what they ought.

Hundreds of questions engraved my mind,
But still none of them I could find.
Deciding to let it all go,
I cried hard with the water flow.
Relaxed and rejuvenated I left that shore,
And I promised the tears will spill no more.