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Lost in my Head Sep 2020
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
It’s been a while dude
Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2018
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
Put through acid and
Hot oil
It gains some
Precious value
Now it reaches
The hands
Of the skillful
Who decorates
It with
Strands of valued
Sacred imagination
Such are its designs
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
With the
Joyous energy
Of its devoted blower!
It is considered
To purify the
Its so valuable!
So the conch
Feels thankful
To each one
Who helped it
To reach here
In its
So do I
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!

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