Thursday, December 19, 2013

Among the Waves

This is the part where I stare at the vast sea
Do I appreciate its enormity or my minuscularity
The life as I know means less today, different
Approaching my destiny, my end, my destination
Instant fear, joy and excitement grips, untethered
Bold, it sails on, caressing the gentle beast underneath,
Machismo unstroked, respected, it glides on
Hollow souls are passing around, gazing the same gaze,
Taking in all that's around, they breathe, more heavily still
In time a soul walks up, greets, he is a boy, my age,
We get talking, and he seeks solace, narrating his love tale

"My life today is about this friend, this girl, this soul,

So alike we are, manners, tone, movements, thoughts
Yet fail to understand each other, we are, puzzled
But even in the weakest moments, in the fiercest of our fights, 
We know, we know of the intensity in our eyes
The meaning of our smiles, the smell we create, the love we imbibe
We are more we know, we are complete we know
I love her, she love me, our love is true we know
But sometimes we get unsure, not of the love, 
But of what this is, to what depth are we getting in
Our love is a scared continuum, me I'm more volatile,
Mornings I feel this relationship would see so little light
By evening, her dusky skin becomes the color of my life
Sometimes I think this affects her, for she too is volatile,
Maybe less, but she is, alike we are you see
I don't know how this love story ends, though I have set a timeline
Yet ever still wishing something would change,
And we not be bound in time but today i wish,
That time be still so we can live a whole lifetime"

Held in utter gasp, I stared at this foolish heart, of a child
He seems to have it all, yet confused, I don't know why
I don't know, i don't, for what is to become of life
Will they be together, would a star shine,
or would this world see yet another crime
But the hum, the drum, the roar of the boat continues
Trudging forward, ever so slow, majestic,
Lives unfolding all around, mine a speck in this blind
Approaching our destiny, our end, our destination
Instant fear, joy and excitement grips, untethered
Bold, we sail on, caressing the gentle beast underneath,
Machismo unstroked, respected, it glides on


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