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And just like that…

Reflect

There are seas that define us; waves that represent us and tides that chart our travails.

We’ve had weeks and days, months and hours. Sometimes I feel like I’m living within a James Joyce world – full of history and colour and culture and allegories, where references to the world exist on every twist and turn.

I hope it doesn’t end like this.

Caspian

the sea,
it feels cheated
while your fingers run arcs
over my eyes

the sea -
it breathes on us,
its warmth languishing in
our lungs

and the sea -
it introduces to us a new
fear;
one that will grow
to define us

it tells us tales
we never wanted to hear

the sea 

is a raconteur;
an enviable one,
but one that bellows
and sneaks up
on you

so listen,
till all you can hear
are the sea shells,
whispering
to each other,
because they know that one day,
our bones will be amidst them -
and our stories
unlike the seas
won’t be with us.