like a wave in the ocean which is
unaware of its source
moving towards an unfamiliar destination,
unbothered for its past
and for its future too
even for the direction it's heading to;
It doesn't depend on anybody to grow
neither it cares anybody to wait for,
because it's just a wave,
its nature is to Rise, Dance, Move
and at last to lose itself into its source again.
This cycle is inevitable..
A Law of Existence.
But this time it has got aberrant.
This time it's a wave of Love in my life,
It bore for someone, arose, danced
attained its peak of bliss
and then what?
The inevitable end?
Wait...
It's an exception.
It refuses to!
It's going Insane
and neglecting its end.
How can one evade its own nature?
It has to lose itself, and become the ocean again
But something is wrong with it.
It's clinging to its smaller identity
Of a wave, and not of an Ocean,
It's making the journey painful,
creating unnecessary trouble for itself,
creating an unheard pain of ecstasy.
It has to meet its end, willingly or not
because that's what it's meant to.
But it's got a mind to think,
thinking of staying unnaturally
in the state of ecstasy, be it foolishly or meaninglessly...
Poor wave... and foolish attempt.