The under swollen
The vessels of these eyes lie capsized
Brewing waves within their periphery
That resonate from within dried sand
Replica of humongous desert dunes
It’s an under swollen tide that deserts
The waves of memories can only perplex
But it is the tide that saddles boat on sea
Spurred by wind the gallop plunges high
The gush of madness moves the world to moon
Here the bubble that is burst without sound
The prick of truth is painfully silent and still
The fermenting life for months comes to nil
The cradle sized groove remains engraved
Perpetually into the yard of mourning mind
The worn out sails add colour to greying waves
That carry white froth as they come to touch
Many a still vessel on a still agitated shore
That flows through brine and shine alike.
Delhi
1859
1.6.20
22.23 hrs
The vessels of these eyes lie capsized
Brewing waves within their periphery
That resonate from within dried sand
Replica of humongous desert dunes
It’s an under swollen tide that deserts
The waves of memories can only perplex
But it is the tide that saddles boat on sea
Spurred by wind the gallop plunges high
The gush of madness moves the world to moon
Here the bubble that is burst without sound
The prick of truth is painfully silent and still
The fermenting life for months comes to nil
The cradle sized groove remains engraved
Perpetually into the yard of mourning mind
The worn out sails add colour to greying waves
That carry white froth as they come to touch
Many a still vessel on a still agitated shore
That flows through brine and shine alike.
Delhi
1859
1.6.20
22.23 hrs
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