seaboyman ~ poetry

Up above the world so high

Throwing up in the cab, on the plane

-what a thrill- to throw up in two

cities on the same day. Yet that moment

Of disbelief is worth it, when the sky

Is a sea above sea, light trickling in pillars

Before filtering through once more,

Clouds preparing siege engines and also

Wandering aimless. You are where the gods once were,

Yet you whine about the world. (The unscalable peak was a god,

Then the sky that was a dream, then stars

Beyond comprehension, now the mind that is a paradox;

Where further will the idea be goaded as humanity blooms)

The clouds a coast of cartographer's fantasy,

The thoughts a roof above thoughts, rivers greening

With algal rashes, the road bastard usurper, too, slithering aglow.

What is Pune, what is Chennai? From a high enough view-

Just people scrambling about, unaware of their minisculity.

~Ajay
19/4/19