A man steps into a beach
No, not guided by the beauty of the waves
A dark tragedy hits his nerves everyday
And now, he seeks an answer from the unknown
He doubts for the power hidden in caves

Highs and lows of his life are not the cause
He affirms, dwells and inquires; to solve
Optimism, inspiration and self-motivation, and courage
All he has, all that he has earned through these years
Yet, there’s a fact, he could not change
He walks with it; but he wants to live
And not just breathe

There, along the thin line that defines horizon
He wonders, expects and dreams; of someone
Someone to hold a lamp of miracle,
God, may be an angel or Sages blessed;
A paradox, he hates God, angel and their existence
For he has learnt, n seen, n felt, there’s no creator
Or else why a deaf ear for a millions’ pain?
He argues, debates and confirms, no it’s absurd
And then, he contradicts, he wants to be healed
He still dreams of lamp and its bearer

The man, now rises, and walks again
Still gazing at that thin line of horizon
To feel alive, and live again.
No, the man ain't me
He is someone I witness everyday
Sitting on the beach
He smiles at me
He wonders, n inquires
And, in silence,
Disappears.

Gopal Trital
10 March'13