A Bottle Of Images Poem by Maya Neelima

My foot on ocean sand
I was walking,
Thinking mad..
Feeling the breeze sweep my soul,
Eternal love as a whole..
My hands were wet,
I wiped your sweat..
I hugged your dreams,
Heard your beats,
Lips always spoke..
When the heart was silent..
Words fluttered like this ocean,
So violent.
Realized the worth,
When pain sewed its death.
I could never hate,
I could never rate,
Because,
I had no such trait.

I just felt,
The bottle with my feet,
Unscrewed,
And images scrawled..
Some cold,
Sour and degraded..
I was on sand then.
Thoughts dripped through my eyes,
And I had a dry thirst,
Handed a bottle of images,
But,
I was blind,
To drink your light.