I am here again;
This time drifting into this ocean
I once emerged from.
Today, I see myself facing it again;
Looking very different
From what I had always imagined I remembered.
I have been drawn to this ocean for a while now,
Like a wanderlust
That consumes with mad passion.
I KNOW what I must do.
I must be at that other world.
Do I have a death wish?
I know though, that I HAVE to be at the other side.
I either make it there,
Or live a regret-grated life out here,
By the summer-sun-beaten beach.
The unseen calls out to me;
The spirits haunt my sleeping hours;
The voices crowd my waking hours.
I feel things many others don’t feel.
I see things many others don’t see.
I try to remain calm and collected and certain.
Speak and write online like every other writer;
(Note please: I am not desperate about carving out a niche for myself; )
But my writings come out unusual.
Corrupted (or mildly put, influenced) by these voices,
By the waves from this other world,
From across the ocean.
So , I live like a man
Who is brewing a hurricane in his brain –
Voices from inside clashing with noises from the shore outside
Yes! There are the normal noises from the society out here;
Voices trying to teach me THEIR laws and ways;
Voices telling me to blend in.
But, here I stand on the shore.
I am not sure I can swim this ocean’s length or depth.
But, I will never have any semblance of sanity,
Till the day I die and my bones
Are scattered haplessly along the sands of this shore,
If I don’t yield to this call.
It’s the call of the Supreme Spirit –
Ruler of Heaven Enchanted across the Ocean of Life,
Where I was crafted and birthed.