Sitting on the edge of the watery world;
Towards me, as cold gusty winds are hurled.

The array of slender sails in the high seas;
Like a floating forest of bare lifeless trees.

Feels like I am staring at my whole life instead;
Like the waves, happiness and sorrow came and fled.

Are we just boats in the ocean of life?
Not to get sunk, towards which we all strive.

Afraid of the unknown depths that lay beneath us;
We sail forever towards the horizon without a fuss.

Is it just a journey towards a dreamland;
which we never seem to find where we stand.

Where are we now and where are we going?
To think of these, we consider boring.

Without a sense of direction, just drifting away;
Without our knowledge, time and life both passes away.

Still sitting on the edge of the watery world;
Picking up the thoughts that I have hurled.