Vidyut Jain's Blog

Standing naked, on the wharf

Sounds of silence, beckon my thought

I wonder, at the wonder, of

Where will the horizon finally meet?

Droplets of water, on my face

Sound of water against the rocks

Fill my mind with serene thoughts,

Of calm composure, near death bliss

Retiringly I am walking on air,

Some of the moments I steal away

For comfort during troubled times

Others I let them pass away