My ocean my ocean
here I flow there I go
can I stay far behind
while your waves take the beating
mornings’ heat, days’ glory
nights suspended in your pursuit
that meagre piece of a light
form that slit of a fading moon
be my moon o’ my ocean
shine and bright hold it high
pull that tide
rise high
for by your shore we abide
here I flow there I go
o’ my ocean………
There are days when I just float by
there are days when I catch butterflies
and then there are days when I quench some
in the deep of my pit as they flutter around
I turn a child and throw tantrums towards life
I paint a rainbow with fourteen colours
that refuse to merge in white…
however much I turn the wheel of my time
I write a verse that challenges rules my fingers are taught
I drive that ever haunting urge away
to see it back again at my very threshold
I cry I smile I laugh I rejoice
the pleasure I draw when mirror stares back
I run my fingers in dusty hair
resonating within
love whispers sweet nothings
to awaken me to a lifetime of being me…
is it a tomorrow that I think of
or the dreams my soul is soaked in?
this rain drizzles to remind me of myself
I lay my hands on the table to look at
glitter that stares back at me screams and I squirm within
studded in my flesh it oozes the wine
of the sour days and nights
hours and minutes;
those myriad moments
that stretched beyond comprehensions constrained within
and those delicious ear to ear grins
laughters that rested on tiny little flushed cheeks
the trip o ‘ dear life you set me on
the kick your every drop sets on my palate
is worth living each monsoon that you send my way…
Out in the scorching evening
I look up to stare at my moon
to fill my eyes with it’s luster
it’s laughter hit my heart and I melt
through my fingers I let those hair go astray
that baritone lingers around my eyes
I close them to write each syllable on my soul
my ears find those nuances
pulsating against my temples
flying light in cloudless sky
I search for leftover raindrops
held captive in our yester rainbow
mesmerized I look at us
and holding hands we emerge
hanging on to our moonbeam…
I am lost in this melee
my feet are missing and my arms ache
I pull my neck high to peep through that hole
I refurnish my fears and swallow pride
I gulp down mouthfuls of rotting bile
lest I fall prey to prying eyes
I stand tall with trembling limbs
I twitch my eyes, blink, fail to catch the fire
my heart skips gallons of impure blood
my fingers refuse to ignite that horizon
wandering in barren woods
I sow sprouts and sprinkle water
and wait for another lifetime…
