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The sound reaching out to me from the sea Is not what I desire Or even want to hear But still it reaches out to me Through the open window Of the high rise building, where I am enclosed in And trying to live and close But still the Window remains A window out to the sea That I can not close. Even if I try hard or desire harder As The window glass that I broke The other night In frenzy of what remains of my desires Unbroken, unfulfilled. In the stupor of alcohol induced passion And the call of the stormy night The window remains just a window Nothing more and a lot less Glassless, desire less and view less To the open world. Still I didn't hear the cry Or the sound of waves Pounding on the beach, few hundred yards away Still I let my heart break into pieces On the breakwater That walks out Few hundred yards deeper into the deep sea And I see The waves breaking against it A break out from the prisons of earth Out to the sea Try as hard as waves might Could not stop breakwater from moving in depth And deeper still Then Why still All the time the Sea calls me? Is it free from stopping, bonding and holding The Breakwater free from breaking me? Does it want me to come Merge in her depths Just like the path that sinks in her After few meters of walking along, with me. Or is it just a sign - an omen Of my solitude All alone Like the sea Even though Rivers, clouds and the horizon Sink into her depths and be within. Why? Why? She is not with me, now When she was with me Long lives ago ("Long time" if you will!) And she is not coming back to sink Into my depths of desires, needs Or in my intense pleasure Or, my darling, My watery grave with me. _______________
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Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
Deep inside her I sleep
The sound reaching out to me from the sea Is not what I desire Or even want to hear But still it reaches out to me Through the open window Of the high rise building, where I am enclosed in And trying to live and close But still the Window remains A window out to the sea That I can not close. Even if I try hard or desire harder As The window glass that I broke The other night In frenzy of what remains of my desires Unbroken, unfulfilled. In the stupor of alcohol induced passion And the call of the stormy night The window remains just a window Nothing more and a lot less Glassless, desire less and view less To the open world. Still I didn't hear the cry Or the sound of waves Pounding on the beach, few hundred yards away Still I let my heart break into pieces On the breakwater That walks out Few hundred yards deeper into the deep sea And I see The waves breaking against it A break out from the prisons of earth Out to the sea Try as hard as waves might Could not stop breakwater from moving in depth And deeper still Then Why still All the time the Sea calls me? Is it free from stopping, bonding and holding The Breakwater free from breaking me? Does it want me to come Merge in her depths Just like the path that sinks in her After few meters of walking along, with me. Or is it just a sign - an omen Of my solitude All alone Like the sea Even though Rivers, clouds and the horizon Sink into her depths and be within. Why? Why? She is not with me, now When she was with me Long lives ago ("Long time" if you will!) And she is not coming back to sink Into my depths of desires, needs Or in my intense pleasure Or, my darling, My watery grave with me. _______________
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shashi
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Sep 5, 2010
Sep 5, 2010 at 9:54 AM UTC
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