Two waves born;
sunlight’s mercy
and moonlight’s sin,
we were
two hearbeats
of the turquoise sea.
We shall die,
die,
as calm as the water
that soothes your feet
near the shore.
We were
we were
droplets of endless epiphany.
We were,
we were
the treasured grief
of a heartless sea.
And to the sea
we were waves of respite,
waves of remorse
to its agony; afloat.
Two waves of sorrow,
the kind,
a heart,
(devoid of love)
lies heavy with.
Two waves we were of the sea
two waves we were,
so fragile and free.
Two innocent ripples,
we were born.
Two inhumanely untamed waves,
we shall crash into each other,
soul for soul,
drop for drop,
submerged,
swamped,
embracing each other as one,
merciful water
of the sea.
Along the sea
we shall lay as tears.
Tears that’ll never make their way back
to mankind’s graveyard of misery.
Heart for heart
two spirits shall collide,
Oh! We’d smother with a cheerful glee
and entwine;
a song for the lost,
to find,
a song by the pelican;
She flies above,
her wings flapping against
an air of wilderness.
Two waves born by
the tender hues
of vermillion and blue.
The carefree and noble sun
would drown into the sea,
forgiving waters,
sinking deeper
like a glass of wine poured
into melancholy.
Two waves we were of the sea,
playful and alive at our dawn.
Two waves we were,
so fragile and free.
And she’d take me nearer
to the shores covered with the footprints of man,
watch over all the garbage and dirt,
so delicately,
at an empty castle
as if her eyes were the sole makers of a shelter;
a shelter born out of human desire.
We were two waves,
two waves of the gentle sea.
She’d giggle at her fate
born as a sea wave.
And I,
grateful to have lost
and surrendered to the cold,
cold water.
I shall be born again as a sea wave
beside her calm water
and the shadow of her spring.
A silent appraisal of existing
sprayed by the faint showers,
I close my eyes with a smile
everytime we’d crash into each othet;
a tragedy stuck between life and death,
we were two waves
two waves,
meant to be.
And everything lay still in the water.
For once,
the earth was choked out of its misery,
the wind stroked calmly over the skin
of the sea,
and pleased were the skies above,
it rained,
oh so heavily.
I never knew how
and I didn’t want to know why,
but, for once,
we were two waves,
two waves of the grieving sea
and two waves,
we held our hands
inside the deeper sea;
hands that feared letting go,
hands shaped as man,
hands that were home,
home far away from the eyes of humanity.
To be born and to die together,
we’d keep our love alive,
like a sunken lantern
burning under the sea.
Ayush Banerjee
I’m a movie buff who likes to sketch or read books, otherwise. I like to write when anything happening around moves me, when my basic emotions do not suffice and when something just feels to good to be true or to let go off, just as a thought passing by. Poetry is what I’ve always preferred over any form of writing.
