The droplets out of the ocean of time
painted deep and light with passions;
Both decorated and stained
now lost in the ravines of memory.
And along its crumbling edges I stand
naked and stripped off my, self
and I peep down in to my dusk
like a baby who stares at a broken toy, puzzled.
I was struck by its beauty and calm
and I felt the gore and the greed in it too,
and I ask myself in wonder
to which of these I should make a truce with.
The spectacles given had lost its lenses
and the frame just hanged
like a cobweb in my brain.
And all the meanings I treasured
become like footprints on a no man\'s land.
And the crutches that made me stand
has lost among the words I prized.
And along the cliff, alone I stand
tasting the sea and feeling the sun;
Fearless and fearful the same time
trying to find myself, in vain.