Picture Courtesy: My hopeless self
The flame of time has seldom lit my days
or brought to fore the newness I besought.
The game of life has seldom been a chase;
I trot unsure in skewness and get caught.
The past has preyed on my present always,
avenged whom and revenged how, I know not.
This vast sky space, yet no crescent to praise-
No, I am quenched not, only drenched in thought.
Complaint or blame today eludes this gaze,
achieves nothing, my looking so distraught.
The past, a frame that I now set ablaze-
archives of things aren't undoing the drought.
The fruits are just so rotten- I don't eat.
Bygones are best forgotten, I repeat.
Picture Courtesy: Me, again.
Return Mermaid! Entice the sea again;
beguile the ships that sail across the moon.
Retreat to your desire; reveal or feign
a love as blue, or sing to make 'em swoon.
Resume the gentle game that you'd begun
when Time had surfed all tides in sight for you.
Remember all that still is left undone;
recall the torrent, come and make it true.
Recline on rising waves; be seen today,
recouping droplets from the sky above.
Reclaim the beauty and reject the bay,
revive the soul, Mermaid; rejoice in love.
Return now and relieve the roaring waves;
rebel the swell so that the song behaves.
