Eight Thousand Miles Under The Sea
Prompt: Flabbergasted
I was an island
floating in a dead sea
Of loneliness.
I sat waiting,
cross-legged,
for the waves of sorrow
to swallow
the idea of me.
If the self didn’t exist
and my body ceased to be
wouldn’t my soul be free?
They came and went,
masters of their own
playful, curled tresses of the sea
Leaving me behind under duress
my heart, body, and soul
a mess.
I ran, my feet burning on hot sand,
kept the waves at an arm’s length.
But till when?
On the days
the sun shined,
I was a happy island
but only till there was sunshine.
Twilight came
with all kinds of dark shadows
lurking deep in my mind’s meadows.
The surf came and went
frothing at my feet, hungry.
But one day the waves came
knocking at my door
mad, angry.
A force my fortress of sea shells
Couldn’t hold.
The waves took me in
eight thousand miles under the sea
there was no sun, no life, no entity.
It was an odd shade of dark here
but what left me flabbergasted
was the ease I felt in that captivity.
It’s hard to describe in words
it’s a feeling
Only captured in metaphors.
Of what it was like to be
eight thousand miles under the sea
an island submerged.
Lovely poems. I write small poems in hindi and urdu too. I loved your piece.
Thanks! Would love to read yours!