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.

When he had a free fall

At one end lived a bubbly girl,
Her hut was surrounded by the thorny bushes,
He used to watch her from the highest branch of the banyan tree,
In the vast web of its branches he used to get disappear,
Some days he felt great and other days he had to just wait and wait,
She sometimes played with her dogs,
And some days she chased the frogs,
She spoke slowly and sparsely,
She walked briskly and worked smartly,
Her big eyes were calm and inquisitive,
She had a rainbow smile,
Smile that enchant and engross,
When she smiled,
Her big mischievous eyes enthralled,
Her teeth sparkled and dazzled,
Her fingers moving though her tresses created a flutter,
Her smiling lips washed the pain of eternity,
Her soft chuckles matched the melodious music of Mozart,
Her soft pompous cheeks gushed with red blood were treat to watch,
One day while she was chasing her dogs,
Their eyes met and got locked,
She looked up and stood there for seconds,
He felt something pierced through him,
There was rustling of braches and he had a free fall.