The untraveled path

Heavy boots shattering the peace of night,
Flickering rays of oil lamp pierced the darkness,
So many terrifying fables engulfed in darkness of this canyon,
He walked without knowing the truth of the dark nameless fissure,
He walked with fear in his mind but faith in his heart,
The flame fluttered like the fang of snake,
He hoped that dark journey would enlighten his tomorrow,
Once he discovered the concealed potion,
He walked steadily with presumptions,
Suddenly he bumped in a wall of rock,
He got hurt and felt nipping pain,
Still optimism triumphed the pain,
The vainglorious man kept on walking on a unknown trail,
He was defiant and felt insurmountable,
The destiny had a different plan for his zealousness,
He took the next turn and he traveled few hundred feet,
The few seconds of free fall were simulating,
The touchdown was excruciating,
With few broken ribs and ruptured bones,
The blood muddled the complete darkness,
The belief and optimism were all gone,
He was lying in pool of blood all alone,
There was a single thought that echoed in his numb brain,
Why he listened to his vacillating heart,
Why he walked this barbarous untraveled path.

A tiny droplet

There exists Million and millions of droplets,
Some fall from sky and others jumps out of eye,
I do remember one tiny little droplet,
The one in your eye,
The one that choked your voice,
The one that hopelessly waited,
Waited for embrace of my hands before it got embraced by earth,
The one with a question that was never answered,
The one that was needed to be treasured,
It may be too late,
You may have lost all courage to wait,
Still I live with that day’s pain,
Sometimes in loneliness,
I remember probing big dark red eyes,
With tear about to jump off the curve of your lips,
I try to embrace but it was not the fate,
A tiny little droplet that was for my sake.