The clouds below sea

 

The line at horizon

Ceases to beckon

For the feet are planted

Firmly on the skies

And the sea rages down

In a topsy turvy world

That exists where worlds mingle

At the periphery of orbit

Where one horizon is the sky

And the other one is the sea

While the mind is tossed in thought

Which side to pursue

And which one to betray

For the soul is conjured

When both unite !

Now the clouds evaporate

As the spiralling vapour falls

Raises the sea to mutiny

Such is the anxious state

Of one who has surfeit of choices

But has no choice to pick or leave .

 

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