Putting the shell up to my ear brings sounds of the ocean Oceans near Oceans far Perhaps somewhere between The oceans of your eyes still linger Dripping from the shell The empty exoskeleton Remove the shell from my face Place it back on it's pedestal Remaining till the sea shines through my mind Once again
Come closer honey, Listen to my heartbeats yearning for you, Like the sound of the ocean in a conch shell. Come closer sweetheart, Read our love story, Etched in lines and shading, Along the seashore of my body skin. Come closer baby, Feel how my breaths gasp and fall, As ocean waves, I, a windsurfer trying my best to hold on. As much as you have made me burn in the raging fire of my love for you, I wish you to roast with me in the inferno. If it had been a stranger I would have desired the same, But, you are my love, How can I?
I have something to say Like the shell That finds its destiny As a conch From the depths of the sea The fisherman Collects it It reaches the coast Lifeless but Thankful to him To put its mortal Remains to Sacred use It is polished Processed Put through acid and Hot oil It gains some Precious value Now it reaches The hands Of the skillful Carver Who decorates It with Strands of valued Sacred imagination Such are its designs Now A dealer is his Next destination He sees it And purchases And puts it In a place of pride In his shop On display! Now if Some desirous Eyes fall On it Its sure to be Taken to A shrine Temple or home And find The joyous blowing In the air which Rushing, passes Vibrating With the Joyous energy Of its devoted blower! It is considered To purify the Surroundings! Its so valuable! So the conch Feels thankful To each one Who helped it To reach here In its Journey! So do I Say A thank you To all those Whom I Do forget to say!
Inspired by someone!Dwell in imagination?Paint it here and please find a title for this creation in its journey!