Friday, 16 September 2011

Low tide

Left the shore long ago,
rising with the waves
Don't remember when i changed course
but i surely did, i know.

Surviving through storms and rains
my ship had sailed through.
sailors there were many
but the captain, who?

Some became sea sick
And chose to stay behind.
Others had a different destination
And got lost, nowhere to find.

Days together in the ocean
life seemed like the ideal plot
the perfect place, free from the world
the sailors left were the perfect lot.

i thought i could see things through
but i had created a bubble.
the clouds circled around,
Everything was so subtle

But then suddenly lightening struck
All across the sky
Bewildered was everyone
i thought of just one thing, me why??

The days became dusty dry
without the sun's shining smile
Or the ocean's clear laughter
it was just raging rains, don't know what it was after.

Dropping the anchors wasn't a help
the steering i tried to glide
like always i was the creator of my storm
what a shame, i was drowning in low tide.

1 comment:

  1. putting down profound thoughts in this manner is an art in itself, loved the structure :)
    the sea has always lead people to introspection, and this one seems to be pointing in the same direction
    u left the shore, embarked on a journey, maybe this is just a short phase you have to pass through
    lets remember the low tide isnt here to stay, it always is a precedent to the high tide :)

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