Note: In a lone evening, as I sat about doing nothing, my soulmie Sakchyat Acharya, khalu, sent me an Instagram post “Dear creative people, write a poem inspired by this picture,” and thus, I penned. This one’s dedicated to you.
Alas?! truly not.
In the middle of the ocean,
the middle of the world, the sea
Stranded, vacant, empty-
engulfing waves surround meAm I abandoned in the flesh-
“is it your soul that deserts thee?”Death, clouds, storms
no more alien, no more forlorn
Emptied promises of being-
exist, just to mournTime is but hurt, a waiting game
sand slips through- grim finally discerns meAlas!
But t’was always exist, not live.
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