Blindly Poem by kaavyaa kriday

In the darkness of the night
Faintly gliding under the moonlight
Is a figure that trudges along.
Is it for real?
Or is it an illusion?
The aura humming a melancholic song.

Abruptly, it stops.
Slowly, it turns.
A vision befalling
My heart begins to churn

The world moves slowly
Time melts like wax
But the candle extinguishes
As I see myself staring back.

The scene flickers
The spirit soars
I see through a different pair of eyes
With nothing where I stood before

It feels cold beneath
As the ground below slips
The sand rushing away
Spilling through my toe-tips
Filling the spaces between
Making me wonder
Whether it’s the grains that rise
Or I sink under
They itch in my nails—
Their desolate hideout
But as my feet defy gravity
They find a way out.

A way out—
That is my Mecca too.
Hands flailing, eyes searching
For solidarity in solitude

And as a cold whisper calls out
From far into the sea
Promising comfort, promising warmth
I walk towards it blindly.
My feet gather pace
My heart finds a mate
As determination sets in finally
Yes, I walk towards it blindly.
They break into a run-
A run for peace
Away from misery
I run towards it blindly.

Gradually, the grains don’t matter
Gradually the terrain alters
My bare feet find liquid ground
But the steps never falter.

The whisper grows louder with every inch
Pulling and hissing
No beat missing
No second glance
At what’s behind
No second thought
I only see me blind.

There is the sound of the moonlight
And the sound of the splashes
The sound of my pant
But all I hear are the majestic flashes.

Now the water’s chest-deep
Yet my heart’s found upliftment.
When suddenly deathly silence finds life
My direction finds annulment
But I know it’s calling me out still
Probably with not that alacrity
Voice loses sound underwater
That’s where it must be
And that’s where I’ll look for it
If need be…till eternity…