the sea can be terrible at times –

she baits me with her meddling pecks of shells:

emulates the ceramic clocks, glazed by her enduring swells. in her drifting cold water, my coarse soul is drowning

while I hear the intimate sounds of sadness: swirling,

far across; through her spiralling hollows.

under her lucid yet fluctuating mother;

she conjures a galvanic timbre,

by fiddling my heart strings: cleaved off from my coral guts and bears back my senses, ceaselessly into my infinite past.

the scavengers, below my vast craters are quiet

and are on the shore now: touching my restless feet.

so she floods my eyes and cleanses me; for a finite time but feeds them, my fermenting soul: to breathe under and live forever.

i wish; she will be my mistress while sailing over my loneliness but she is a jinn: I’m lured by her, so will wander endlessly among others and perhaps reach the shores beyond; as her purple shell.

The walk

the dewy midnight sky is queerly quiet.

the silent sea is dark and soothes the winds;

flows through the muddle woods: in sudden gloom,

the pines and blue-gums rustle quite enough

to seize my gaze; but fall upon the path.

on the downpour wet mud, the moonlight gleams;

along with my dry eyes, the beings shines

and creeps inside: I hear the doleful songs

of my old peers; far-off, along this path.

but the chorus yells a tale: the lost sholas

with purple kurinji and waterfalls,

so far; my feet are strong, so I will walk.

The glittering darkness

I’m baffled by the black fish in the small cylindrical glass bowl; with its bluesy and anxious eyes: peers beyond, seeking the volume of water and time, but instead it finds me.

While the noises from my television hinder its gentle yet muddled fins; it stares deep inside my bleak and hollow eyes, as if it recognises another being from its own bounded life:

So I realise; we’re both breathing and meandering inside the figment of our lies.

Vagabonds

among the infinite and deafening darkness,

two strangers are aligned along the moonlight;

so precisely pierced, at this passage of time.

although they are floating in far-off oceans:

together, they are illuminating our twilight skies