To Sail Poem by Praveen Kumar In Shobha Priya

How far should I sail to touch the shore of dreams?
How long should I roll on waves of unfulfilled hopes?
The sail is ceaseless through turbulent, open sea
That drives a pace back with every rising tide
For each advance on the sea in streams of sweat and blood.

The thick blue sea rhymes with the blue broad sky
In sweeping wrap of blue-dyed coarse sack
That ravages vermeil soul's tender glitters
In sweltering heat of tedium in watery graveyard
And the sail is wail of failing, sad soul.

None share the soul's sad pensive mood
In the barren blue's huge vacuum bowl;
But, I sail along the blue wrap in wait for sunshine,
For warmth and chromatic glitters
That surface distant shores where I hope to land.

No signs of the shores, blue waves everywhere;
The rise and fall on the back of waves
Takes nowhere, no hops lead anywhere;
Eyes hurt, ears pain and heart aches,
The sail rocks sideways like paper boat.

Blue waves in front, blue waves at back,
Blue waves again in left and right,
Blue waves ‘neath, blue sky overhead,
Blue waves in horizons till eyes can stretch;
I sail as a speck in this void of blue world.

Is this sail, the end itself?
No shores to land! No doors to unwind!
Is the watery womb and blue graveyard
And the uncertain sail, all I can have?
And the shores I aspire, an idle man's dream?