Lost at Sea

Biggu C Chandilya
Jul 21, 2017 · 1 min read

Night and day, day and night;

Hope dances like the flashing sun, dipping faster than it can rise.

In and out, out and in;

Life turned upside down, sense lost to the world.

I can’t hold on, I won’t let go -

In this limbo, I waltz to the tune of my turbulence.

Tears fill my heart; my eyes are hard — dry and dead.

Pain is a long friend; a different kind.

Mostly given, rarely taken.

I stand bare, naked in the light of another eye,

Seen as I have seen with averted gaze, blind to plight.

I wait to be frisked away, soul and form — to the future, to the past.

I wait, I wait, I wait; not a sound is heard.

A whizzing brain quells time,

Silence playing in loop, darkness filling the void.

Desolate and forlorn, I strive to fly beyond,

But the wall proves impossible to vault.

Impassive, immobile, irascible –

it insists I stay removed,

existing non-existent, living life like it has passed me by.

I can’t move forward, I won’t go back –

I remain a ship lost at sea; in an open cage, longing to be free.

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