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K Balachandran May 2014
I left my shores in that fateful night,
my heart was torn in to pieces,
and blood rushed out, a red river
still I fought like an battle hardened soldier,

My old boat made of  seasoned wood was broken
in many places, lost my navigational aids
the sky was windy and overcast, the sun avoided my eyes
at dark nights, the lone star that loved you and me
and wanted us to unite, was covered with angry clouds
that wanted me to get lost in high seas
the storm that was brewing didn't daunt me
I set full sail and saw the island in my mind
listened only to your voice within me , firm and clear
you  are my rudder, light house, love song
Love, is the only light that's left for me
will I reach your abode against all odds?
My heart goes to Maria,  our friend in this moment of intense pain
J May 2014
It was dark
Trembling whirlpools and waves lingered
We climbed for days
We climbed for weeks
We climbed to the highest peaks on the earth
But still, the flood rained down

We built great ships and sailed
Great monsters fought us from below
Just as the water-bearers struck from above
We wandered the waves , whipping
We sailed between the horses
We sailed between the C's

Was this the coming of a new age?
Was this the death of the fish?
What of the light?
What of the sun?
Housed by Aquarian demise,
We fought for each day

How long must we wait?
Can we blame the goat?
Zealaz, where are you?
When will your mountain appear?
I am a lost cause.
Destined to sail alone.
Far away from land and home.
I have no crew, no ship nor sail.
Have you tried being in water
With no raft or a tail?

I am splashing.
And splashing is fun.
Though, I’d much rather play with a knife or a gun.
Then, life would end quickly.
And my problems would go.
Luckily, there is no one to miss me.

I wish I was drowning,
Out here in the sea.
I wish you were here, so I could drown you with me.
I’d use all my weight, to pull you down deeper.
And who would say, ‘Hello’
But our dear friend, The Reaper.

I am sinking.
The ocean is life’s salty sting.
Even in quiet, my ears still ring.
And the pressure is building, it’s crushing my skull.
Oh, the misery life was
Even when lived to the full.

I am a lost cause.
You won’t find me now.
I am buried deep, deep in the ground.
My bones were stripped of flesh and of life.
Life never changing, never moving, but now I am home.
With Death, my wife.

— The End —