As walking in sand past waves,
Saw an abode illumined with rays;
No walls nor any gates,
In eyes were reflections, insatiate.
And I walked further from the sea,
To look at horizon, but on other
side;
Why pages in hands split seconds,
Carried by wind on cutis
mesmerized.
Weren’t grief on pages nor exhilaration,
Said soul that’s bounded within stones;
As if there’s no trust in abundant
sea,
Whither changed weather sail us
in forlorn.
But I was on sand soaked with
waves,
Stuck, though ain’t in it caved;
And heard resonance that never
raged,
Not of sea but whisper on who was
caged. 😊