Sea

I’d like to be under sea
That’s where I’m gonna be
High wall of enticing waves
robs me off my early days, when
I had a picture
holding it straight and blasé.
House warming had that gone
and replaced with
a bird
beneath which the mighty sea
roared alone.
So, next time I go there
I find a chute and further
than this bird
I fly
above destiny
beyond herd.
Amid air
suddenly I wonder
if the purpose of life
is just to end?
ya? then who cares,
if it’s a sea
or a knife.
I’ve got a huge belly
under the swamp cool posture of
my body
made of salt and water
destined to be reclaimed
by this sea.
Mum says don’t go ‘nywhere near it
Mum says it will drown me
This will be thy sheath
that thou despise
no flowers
no grave
You’ll lie about water wreath.
O ya, I’m going to be under sea
That’s where I wanna be.





That is tremendous stuff, specially the beginning and the end.
You are taking shape as a thinker and a poet.
Good Luck!
Navneet
Navneet
March 25, 2009 at 2:47 pm
This is the quality that has impressed me with your writing the very first time i visited your blog. This is intense.
Tarun
March 26, 2009 at 2:27 am
Beautiful poem…u hv got amazin writin skills 🙂
Udita
March 26, 2009 at 10:26 am
No body can measure the depth of the sea except the poet himself. I can see the thirst in your soul. Good work. Keep it up.
Ashish
March 31, 2009 at 6:59 am