Tuesday, October 28, 2014

listening to the sea

                  
                       THE CALL FROM HOLM

Sitting beside a lonely shore
I heard the sounds of millions
Of years that had gone by
And years yet to come
Every wave crashing on shore
Had its own surreal voice
Of battles and swords and those in love
Stories of martyrdom and time’s child
 It boiled with salts of pain at disposal
Calling me home as i stood by
More i tried to return
More it made me chide
The city and civilization
Those people – all i burned
And those charcoal ashes with images
Of a saint with wilderness – i shunned
And deep into the womb of ocean
I kept treading deeper into it
Amidst waves of time rolling by
And shells with time on freeze
I tried carrying a pebble or two
In memory of world i had bid farewell
But all i got was golden sand
That slipped out of my mortal hand
With waves i got one
In waves remained that golden sun
In sounds of past to be repeated
In cycles of nature – on run
And one we became in the abyss of ocean
With all those hopes and dreams
The times with people and solitariness
All submerged into the dark sea.


 - mystical wanderer 




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