Whispers of The Sea

There's a way sea sounds
It's omnipresent it's ubiquitous

I see you I feel you, like a wave as it passes by
The lullaby you sing for me isn't soothing my shrine
Not anymore... Do try a rhyme 
You pressed my chest you blew air into my mouth
You rubbed my legs and with hope peered in my eyes
Like a flicker, your salty drops are now wasting my time

Am'I being rude dear... The azure you hold
Has just lost that style

There's a way sea sounds
It's ubiquitous It's omnipresent
Your sand is still mine though
It's rough It's brutal...It's a nascent emotion
Like a newborn child...
I rush I wish.. I pray I could hold
Only to be held in this resonating concussion 
Woken up with a lullaby 

Not today...Not in the days passing by
Little fake little cheeky...little real
Simply, I'll close my eyes diving deep into infinity
No truth No lies 

There's a way sea sounds
It's audacious its acumen
It's chronological in order of pain
Only to watch joy turned into lament cries
Wine in the presence of essence
I feel like a perfume...Floating high and high
Your petrichor is charming
Not my fault...I was just a happy child
Held in the lust of dreams, all alone.. 
As numbness has become my choice 

Occasionally...Occasionally I think about you
I can be truthful and I can be frank
I miss those ecliptuc bedtimes,  Like the literature of Kafka
That cacophony of monotonous routine
Yet placid in a crackling life 

I question why I still behold you in sleepless ballets
Didn't I told you, dear

There's a way sea sounds
It's acumen It's audacious
It's love...In all the parallel universe where I was a stillborn child

By-Kshitij Sinha
4/4/2019


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