Young Man and the Sea
In the middle of an ocean of troubles.
The silvery water gazes at your gentle boat of travel.
The migratory birds cross you with a laugh for themselves.
You migrate on the hopeless boat of rubble.
Ripple; ripple….the union of man and boat rips through the water.
Searching for a dark island far away.
A place where he can rest his cloudy head.
Forget the nuisance while crossing the last bay.
The star show direction and lets him know that he is lost.
The diamond twinkles of lost hope.
Someone is still on the stars, with intention of help.
Crying for you; looking at you from a telescope.
A single hole will sink your boat to the rocky bottoms of the sea.
Like when a single hole in your chest sinks you.
The water of the cruel sea asphyxiates and kills you.
Like the tears in your heart, comes sinking you.
The call for help….”SOS”.
The waves of your radio fade in the growing storm that you have made.
Still you persist in sending out friendly message for help.
Till you learn to cry, till you have learnt to live in a morbid shade.
4 comments:
hey sorry fo d late reply.....d poem is brilliant....i lovd it:)
it means a lot:)....n brought a huuuuuge smile on my face....thnx
so wat r d doubts u trouble ur self with??
I feel the heat in the dead of this cold nyt
A wave of curiosity splashes over me
So i try to decipher the cryptic verses
And figure wat can be
crime listings both urs n mine
u read as u pass by
you code ur words,you try to fool me
The season has changed
orgy of happiness astray
dont trouble yourself with doubts as thus
jus ask and see what i say
I try not to rhyme
But its inflicted by a disease
So ithappens everytime....
maybe ill change it with ease
I admire ur work
but my words are not enough
so i just dwell in d coldness of it
I read every line, experience and move on
Astonished everytime....i take d melody with me
Gelling into this life is god forbidden
So we stand to face the fierce winds
we walk the plank,with open eyes
but we still dont know where it all ends!
U spy into my day,upry into me
but my futile curse of imagination..
compels me to steal ur day,
I dissolve and evolvewhat can be
and what u cannot take away
I preserve this parchment
it will never go astray
I cant thank enough for this priceless jesture
its special to fade away
but will decipher it with time...
ps. d last line belongs to d 1st verse
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