The tall waves hit me
In the hazy rain on the shore where
I stand like a rock and recede
In that stoic silence continues the desire to see
The origin of surges
The lunatic moon
When seen in the sea enters me like a song?
Or the sun that burns and burns for ages
And if I stare at ocean for an answer
It too stares at me as one stares at ocean
In that moment of glow
When the glory and gory in me collapse
Breaking all bridges to cross over me
And I am not able to by pass myself
I too break into the sand and lay
On the shore
And created by waves and surges and rushes
And by blood and by love
And not destroyed by hate and anger
But recreated by more waves, more surges, more love.
More earthy but more human
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