Though I have been born on an island
Though the sea and the beaches make themselves seen to me so often
Each time I do sit and watch the waves
I do feel like I am roaming soul, a soul seeking mystery's love!
Such is what is happening now; sitting am I, at dusk, on the sand
All alone, my heart does beat fast and my pen is in my hand
I do sit and write of what I do imagine
Of the sea and the waves and the mystery of it all, being my life's only scene
I see myself on board a boat
One on which no name is writ
One bearing no flag, except a hidden one, made of a skull
One having no destination, except to keep away from life, a disguised hell
On board this boat I am, on board with a prince
One so mighty and bold, so handsome, with a devilish face
So handsome that when he chose to kidnap me
I pretended to be so meek and weak, as to be scared to follow him meekly
On board this boat, we do make love, so deep and passionate
On board this boat, we do no more care about Karma and Fate
On board this boat, we do exist only for each other
Regardless of whether calm or wild is the water
We travel the world, we meet with mythical creatures
Mermaids, hiding in their hair, the olden pirates' treasures
Krakens, wishing to gobble us up in one gulp
Ulysses, even, shouting out to us to free him, to give him a help!
We battle the rogue waves, we drown in each other's comfort
We live day by day, as if it were the last
We breathe in and out freedom
We are our own rulers, rulers of the sea, a vast kingdom!
The sea, the only escape to our toils, the only way to rid us of our miserable state
The sea, wide, open, inviting, infinite
The sea, by the side of which, dreams full in my heart, I do spend the night!
The sea, by the side of which, dreams full in my heart, I do pen down a hearty write!
Friday, 25 September 2015
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