By Harika Rachuri
When the oceans dry and lands die, time keeps changing and still running
Even if the bones crack and the heirs burnt, nothing is left except for "my me"
Every day I try to meet new me, all that says hello is my cracked soul
A bunch of sorrows greet morning sun with a hunch of joy to munch on
I guess the train is moving from stop to stop, grabbing all the mess on the top
Maybe the forests are ruined by the wildfire, I am stuck in a huge mire
The clock is ticking, the motions are useless
The thoughts are dancing, all clueless
Deeper I dig, heavier the stones
Heavier the stones, harder the lift
Harder the lift, stronger the pull
There's a hull. There's a pull
It all gets quite handful
The birds near the window are mocking, I got to stop looking
The bar is high, and I try
My masks all dyed, and again, I died
As stunning as it may sound, all I can hear is my heart's pound
Maybe, hope is all that I need
I cling to its ray, only to see it drift away
No hush, No rush
As bright as it may shine, the stars are never the moon
As hard as it may hit, rock bottom is not the end pit
Reality is a tough witch
Try opening an untreated wound, thousands follow like a thirsty hound
No tears to roll, No smiles to curve
My visions are blurry, waiting to be buried
Dear hope, can't you just hurry, before my soul gets ferried?
While cruising in the midst of slime thoughts, a light rises like a yacht of treat, reflecting stories and reels of joy
I follow the calmness radiating a soothing melody that reminds me of
The patience I carry with a still fierceness
The love I shower upon with utmost devotion
Ocean of emotions and yet I, let out just the shore of it
Trusting the light letting out green melodies, I rise with slowed dejection
To fathom the hope that's leading me there,
where the sea, sand sky has no limit and shower me with the earth of happiness.
All the while wondering, if this is the end and still knowing, it isn't.