My hands are sand,
my eyes unperished stars
lingering in someone's forgotten memory.

‘Whoosh!’ wailed the waves.
There goes the honk of the cargo ship,
And the ***** and the tweets of the tired gulls
Under the golden, violet, pink, bluish sunset.

Satisfying sounds and serene scene
For the burdened body
As it leaned on the rusty rails of the pier.
So fragile, so pale.

It stared only on its reflection in the water
On that really unforgiving day.
Whilst the beautiful calm call of nature,
It basks on the gloomy grasp of grief.

But for a while, it brought the body
To a zero state, the status - cathartic.
As he stares, glares, and relinquishes
The ability to blink, and just twitch.

How blissful it is to be blank
To be ****** on a lull pace
To be mind-numb for a while
To be thoughtless and dysfunctional

Only to be stopped by the clanks of the anchor.
‘Cling!’ Clang!’
‘Splash!’
‘Boogsh!’

It dropped down fast on the seabed
As it weighed for the ship; and there it dawned
The struggles were unperished - so heavy,
Just to be carried for yet another day.

The cycle continues, conjuring cries
Bringing brief baffles of the battle bard
As he surrenders his daily slurs
To this unending short sheathed cure.

The waves of peace stroke her feet now
Balms her to the shore of tranquilty;
Caught in the entanglement of solitude
Swayed by the slings and arrows of  outrageous fortunes of a miserable life
She sailed in the sea of turbulence
Wrecked into pieces by the storm of ill-fate
Of persistent misfortunes and hardships
But the sea as a saviour refuged her
In its abode of silence in darkness
It cradled her with its fathomless love
She felt its hands entwining to shield her
The din of the world out there beckons her
Reminding of her ******* to the material life
Bound by wealth, relations and commitment
Who doesn't know the fragility of worldly life?
The empty, barren life which is a monotony;
A servitude of persistent economic drudgery,
Slavery of fidelity in marriage, struggles of motherhood, battle of survival amidst subjugation and *******, the exploitation of naive and untainted people by the wicked souls.
Lashed by her own insecurities and fears
Of constant abuses , she shrinks into darkness, nurturing her bitter memories of the past when her feminity was slaughtered
She realizes that life is an endless labyrinth with no way out
An unsolved riddle with no clues
A language  she can barely understand
Caught in a maze of perplexities of harsh fate of life
She delved for a way of light, hope and peace.
She finally chose her serenity in the deep sea
In its eternity, unperished,uninhabited,
By the assault of the bustling, monstrous world
To lie in peace and happiness forever