Vastness of the evening sky,
when horizon seems far away.
Silent wind dispersed thoughts momentarily,
revoking the mute dream, I saw that day.
Graced by that splendid glory,
for which I yelled a lot.
Having truced with thy ego,
Surrendered myself to the God.
The world appeared very lewd to me,
as I searched for a chaste cohort.
On whom, one may rely during woe,
couldn't find that friend, but all the foe.
The bleak darkness engulfed the sky,
after a cloudy, though bright sun set.
Giving me a chance to vividly introspect,
more is the effort, the higher we get.
(Evening thoughts that poured as I sat and clicked the horizon)