Rema Prasanaa

There is a Sea in me I hold and irate incisions
of external world a dropp of water in it.
Tides of discord obdurate, sturdy in rostrums
and dissolve as moist in one mountain peak.
In semitone, waves incomplete, forgot
the gamuts in one endless string of friction
and missed out several notes to reckon
one melodious song in order.

There is a Sea in me rustle through the noisy
sea shore and in far end horizon, continents
divide earth on fenced wires of unease.
In one deliberate attempt smoky clouds
stain the golden glitter of rays
and near the sandy sea shore
somewhere in one corner of this universe
I see a friendly face fades through
the salted sea and winter's discrete mist...




Jan 18,2009