Dark Tide and the Moon

Under a cloudless sky he was dark and drained
The brooding calmness of his waves
Betray the tumultuous currents whirling within

Despite knowing she wont be there tonight
He waits laying himself bare
His heart leaping to his eyes expectantly as clouds part

Dervish, his ebb and flow
Sway to the whims of her presence
Her presence an eternal transience
From the most refulgent orb
Waxing the brightest light in the sky
To the faintest of arcs
When she hides inside her depths

Tonight she is engulfed in her own
And he curls up retreating from the shore
Where a small boy stands at a distance waiting for his waters

The boy takes hesitant steps towards him
The calmness of his waters allaying the child’s fears
As a solitary wave washes over his feet in a slow gush
The boy wonders over its warmth

He had shed tears…

Two Corpses

Yesterday as I was turning the pages of history
I came across two corpses
They were from a time whose images were blurred
Though the ravages of the blowing winds had them disfigured
I recognised that they were but me half a decade ago
There is no pity in my heart but a disquieting feeling
In coming years will I again accost corpses?
And would they be me of this day and of this age