The Sounds Poem by Santosh Bakaya

Is something wrong with me?
Is it my fertile imagination at play or am I going down the brink?
Many are times, I find myself on a ship. Is it sinking?
The sea has a molten, simmering look.
I hear a clanking sound. It keeps hounding me - the clanking sound.
Clank- Clank- Clank!
Ah, I see a giraffe.
Nay, it is just a monstrous crane turning its long giraffe-like neck.
This way! That way! Whichever way- master of all that it surveys.
I can see the ship floundering.
Suddenly, like the crack of a whip, someone yells.
Necks turn in the direction of the yell.
It is a monolith of a man, with a look of sullen hostility.
"Why are you so jumpy? " Says the grumpy man.
"Will the ship drown? Have the rats left it? "
I ask him in a quivering voice.

Hey, has a gull alighted near me?
But, alas, it flies away, soon.
Swish- Swish- Swish.
Nothing is wrong with me. It is just the sounds hounding me.
I grit my teeth, feeling shackled.
How does one tackle these sounds- eerie and surreal?
"Forget the chaos! Forget the chaos." A small voice whispers.
"Listen to your inner music." The voice lisps.
Eyes glistening, I listen; the chaos vanishes.
The inner musicality thrums.
It thrums, humming one song after another.
Soothing.