7th August, 2020.
My visions flooded in cerulean tones,
Continual tugging from the abyssal zones,
Completely palsied, my buoyant self,
Drifted across the continental shelf.
In this fitful state, gulping for breath,
My wilful mind kept dodging death,
Limbs pushing up from this figmental floor,
My lungs felt the air as they gasped for more.
In this turbulent fray, with minimal sight,
Squinting eyes, and this numbing fright,
Flashes of azure spanning the reef,
My solitary soul craved for relief.
These moody waves just ebb and flow,
Relentless current from down below,
But they brought me back, closer than before,
Their ardent nature of kissing the shore.
Departing clouds lulled the storm to sleep,
Roseate lights emerged from the blinding deep,
Washed ashore along the sandy slopes,
I hugged the place which revived my hopes.
The sand glimmered in the blazing bright,
My trial had ended and I gained insight,
I lay there subsuming the waves of foam,
Embracing the light which brought me back home.
~ Neeraj Giri © ~
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