Life, Love...

Time..

the endless river, the voyage, to sail,

Man is the traveler, knowledge is the compass, to fix one's destination..

While sailing through,

some will come and go,

stay with you, 

tender their love, betray you, love you,

play with one's instincts, 

become passionate to love,

when a curve or a shore reaches, gets down, goes away far,

Memories, the truth remains forever, never be lost 

Some make you wet, 

You too,

Some sink you in deep, 

Some extend their support, 

becomes life jacket 

till you climb up 

who is the creator of events..? 

sorrow and joy,

Body, decays,

why one feels proud of it..?

It is not a biological by product.

What for, one sails..? 

Acts, traits, betrayal, facts, bondage only the factor that leads 

Then.. 

what is the destination of life..? 

To sail with

Time.. the voyage .

Still,

Life, Love - the bloomed white flower in the dark night called life!