What do I want to tell the world?
A question I often consider, surprisingly.
And today as i kept searching adjectives
For expanses and landscapes,
Panoramas of endless stretches of land and sea
and time
And skies of cloudless atmosphere that i inhale
Swaying and swinging afloat on this boat,
The beauties enchant me-
Desires off my fingertips
Of feeling elements- shards of rocks
And barks against my skin
of a trunk of this tree and the next one
And the tens and hundreds that lurch with it
visible far away- adorning the coastline,
One however I am happily away from.
Yet these beauties I do not speak of!
I mean- of human experience,
Trying to understand and comprehend
Patterns and coincidences, accidents-
Strokes of masterpieces
And splashes and scribbles
By the Creator
As i am asked to click a picture,
I said I already wrote a page about it!

This is me telling you, all-
i beseech the sun
For the pleasure and privilege of
Being left a mark, a tan
Among these dark pebbles and also golden rocks
Under its effect since decades and centuries
I feel satisfied to be a part of.
I am anxious
Right now as i realise the risks
Known yet fatal of drifting,
Cascading and oscillating on this boat
The humming of the raw motor urges me to ask for an oar, in vain.
And I glance beyond
At the sun shining off the surface
Like diamonds scattered across the water
Thinking still, of human experience
For who greeds to collect them all-
Undoubtedly many,
And thus many who were lost beyond these ripples
Swallowed, engulfed, devoured
For greed is what drives me more than pleasure
And this is where i tell you, all
Casting silhouettes down the dusk-
You don't see reflections on these torrents
But only a matte of water trapped in inertia,
Metaphors stuck in the continuum
And I take upon myself to liberate them today.
~k.