A shot fired across the deck
a weakened hull. A turning tide.
Well, all our anchors hang on chains
and dangle off our changing minds.

I'm not swimming back to shore,
     not this time.
Claw at water, grabbing sand.
Spent all this time with seaburnt eyelids
squinting back at conquered land.

     Squinting back at conquered land.

I am just a paddling rogue
awash in charges, lost at sea.
My toothless mouth just won't stop smiling
as this makeshift life raft starts to leak.

A swimming rat begins to sink

Fire a shot across the deck.
All this ocean and no drinks.
Fire a shot across the deck.
Fire a shot across the deck.

At the bottom of the world,
There's an anchor tethering,
Us in place.
Ensuring that the moon,
Is always the right way up,
In that star studded sky,
For you to watch,
And me to smile at,
Knowing that you watch,
Is ALL.

Well this is how it usually goes
We talk after 3 months,
And i tell you things that no one knows, just to crash into tree stumps

Cause we'd disagree on whats right for me and you'd lecture me on crap,
But i laugh cause you're so into it
And i'm a big kid counting on that

But what can i say to you?..
Without it being much?
I could break your heart in two..
But would that make me tough?..

Our love goes round a roundabout and i'm chasing you down the street,
With a cupcake in one hand
And in the other, a poem you said you'd read
But you just won't take me seriously
Cause you think i'm soft, naive
But i just wanna be more than what you see
Yeah i'm a traveller (not lost for sure..)
An anchor in the sea

I'm waiting by the phone and
I'm threatening to leave
And i see you're trying your best
To cover your emotions up from me

So i guess this could be it for us
But i'll bug you every other night
So its best to turn your phone off
Just until i find mr right

Though you will always be my dear
To love so hard would be, my fear..

Yeah thats the thing that hurts you see.. i wanna love you perfectly,
but you always bring the worst in me!!
so how can you be so perfect for me?..

..Just send me out a signal
When you're stressed, Text SOS
And i'll be there at your rescue
Cause to me you were my life-vest
And in another 3 months
When we catch up
I'll tell you my brand new crazy dreams
I just wanna be more than what you see..
Yeah so cut the rope and set, this anchor free :')

there is an anchor attached to my heart and i am trying to get it to come off because it's making my chest feel heavy and painful yet you tell me that this anchor is actually yours and that it is the only thing making me stay with you in this unruly ocean

so i keep the anchor because it gives you comfort and not because it is the only thing keeping me steady

i don't need it to keep me here

you are enough reason to stay

You are a sailor
Drift way from the harbor
Pull up the anchor
That binds you down
Set sail towards the horizon
Take off the blindfold
And hoist the sail
Let the wind be your guide
Sun and the Moon your compass
Steering through uncharted waters
Sometimes calm weather
Or, inclement weather, rocking your ship
Tackling the deep waters with alacrity
Unfathomable depths, yet the ship sails
Cutting through the waters
The saline water, which is a part of you
Seagulls guide you towards the shore
Anchoring at the preferred destination
Every grain of sand cushions your feet
Welcoming you to the island of bliss
Cut off from the mainland
Yet, helping you connect with yourself
Now it’s time to unwind
And join the party after a successful voyage
Ready to set sail for another expedition
As a sailor, cruise till the end






© Amitav (Radiance)

Tie me down,
Like an anchor at the bottom of the sea.
Heavy and rusty,
Yearning for love as far as the eye can see.
You try to support yourself,
As an anchor does to a boat.
Deep inside your tough as steel,
But on the outside you can no longer feel.
My words our bound,
With a tight knotted rope that conceals.
Drowned by water,
Shades of shimmering blues.
Cast it down,
All the way to the bottom,
Sink my love like you always do.

Burial of fury in a tomb of apathy,
mood moderated and aligned with conformity.

Speech pleasant in tone and comfortable in delivery.
Approaches with cautious optimism his tasks daily.

Though the ship of consciousness has raised its anchor,
he returns to questioning the whereabouts of his anger.  

Yet time and chemistry have dispensed of the mystery.
Restoring balance and forging will to function socially.