The shores are far away;
The waves are breaking on the cold
Alabaster stone, on the corniche.
My paper boat is rollicking unruly
On the waves, in a sea of tears.
There is no one to share the throes
Of this heavy burden in the mind.
The twinge is spreading malignantly
Into the soul, like a crab in the sand.
I can see the gleam of a few stars
Glistening in the far away precinct
Of the skyline, like sentinels guarding
The darkness and the occasional flash
Of lightning trying to assuage the wrath
Of the night, by snuggling in fondness.
Still juggling in the hands of the cruel waves,
I remain ignorant of my directions, in frenzy
Listening to the cry of the sea birds in derision.
The flame of life is deflecting in the vortex of
The swirling waves, of the rancid water.
The earthen pot of agonies wrangling
To quench its thirst, in despair;
Now a faint twilight dawns in the horizon.
I am nearer to a verdant shore where
She is waiting to greet me with
Wine of her love and the warmth of her body…