By Jeeja Ghosh
Be my anchor, let me float
Tossing over the rough seas and oceans
As a dinghy staggering to touch the shores.
The wind that hurled – high and mighty
Throwing over those rough waves
Towering sky high, fierce and roaring.
Be my anchor, as you have always been
During those uncertain days and listless nights
Allow me to hold you tight –
While the raving tide swings me high onto the ocean.
Be my anchor, touch me with your soothing hands
As the embarkment at the end of a ceaseless storm.
That flung me into isolation and loneliness.
In a dungeon of hidden sorrows
Evading those roving eyes of admonishers
I live a life of feigned beatitude.
Yet, you my anchor
You who can see through the silhouette of the darkening mist
Reads my mind with your dignified sagacity.
Nonetheless if clouds descend blurring your tender thoughts
I will let my anchor go
Bidding you a closing adieu