at the high tide of disembodiment
entrust.
the faith you've thrown
upon the calm silver of the moon, Tucked
into the canopy of the gray wide ocean.
and the ocean shivers for long awaited storm.
as the sullen emotions stand up from nowhere
and leave when the sharp waves of past
toss out a bit of cry, over and again.
you may have scattered through
the night and day and night
and the moon holds the high ends of
withered waves of distant memories
I hear them relentless, coming.
in the deep of beige ocean water, Still
these waves aren't a cross over today
but they are running over and over again
arking the same horizon of laughter,
I have listened twenty years later.
"you were a wave once, you were us."
you ! my sister, my daughter.
you are a piece of moon
your sudden sparkle on the sky I hold now
still throttles the thunder for you.
and brings the shower of emotions
splashing and again
the core of a doomed oasis well.
Copyright © Krishna Rai
Things are connected if it's not our life wouldn't be co cheerful and disparate. the old days to present and to the future which is standing at the door to come in anytime. the old love is connected to the present hatred and which eventually turn into the calm de-taste.this is my life of chained events where I started with a burst and then slowly I turned to the bristles and later at the age I would meet again to the memories of wanted calm which cause the chaos, sky which causes the earth to wait for colloquial thirst and the pain still burns for the wait.
entrust.
the faith you've thrown
upon the calm silver of the moon, Tucked
into the canopy of the gray wide ocean.
and the ocean shivers for long awaited storm.
as the sullen emotions stand up from nowhere
and leave when the sharp waves of past
toss out a bit of cry, over and again.
you may have scattered through
the night and day and night
and the moon holds the high ends of
withered waves of distant memories
I hear them relentless, coming.
in the deep of beige ocean water, Still
these waves aren't a cross over today
but they are running over and over again
arking the same horizon of laughter,
I have listened twenty years later.
"you were a wave once, you were us."
you ! my sister, my daughter.
you are a piece of moon
your sudden sparkle on the sky I hold now
still throttles the thunder for you.
and brings the shower of emotions
splashing and again
the core of a doomed oasis well.
Copyright © Krishna Rai
Things are connected if it's not our life wouldn't be co cheerful and disparate. the old days to present and to the future which is standing at the door to come in anytime. the old love is connected to the present hatred and which eventually turn into the calm de-taste.this is my life of chained events where I started with a burst and then slowly I turned to the bristles and later at the age I would meet again to the memories of wanted calm which cause the chaos, sky which causes the earth to wait for colloquial thirst and the pain still burns for the wait.
