MURALIKRISHNAN T S
Times like those,
Where the wind evaded the sails,
Times, best unspoken,
Becalmed in the midst of infinite blue
Times, at tumultuous best,
Where every drift led to lifeless shores
Times, painful to recall
Wherein I thought ,Why sailed at all?
Me, the sailor in misery ,
Dragged by callous currents,
Atop the doom's ferry,
to hopeless gyres and torrents
Not before I thought , 'this is it'
I see, all of a sudden, the sky is lit.
Held forward, like lover's hand
I see the waters meet the land
Finally the remorseless sea, that i fought
brought me to The shore I sought.
I guess universe isn't an ally nor a foe.
It's just disinterested,
to all who come and go.
Or may be it's God's grace
Or some other mystic maze.
For my reason runs short
to account these eventful days.