I see the point where the sun meets the sea,Glistening in effervescent orange,
Hues of orange pulp and pineapple slices remove over the sky.
I picture myself on a beach, or Eating those fruits –
I gape back out,the sun has begun to sink.
Relief –
nearly as whether my breath were holding the sun
Hanging, steady, or in the middle of nothing,Echoing how I feel;
Suspended between my reality and my thoughts,
Verisimilitude.
Floating –
I am a set of eyes, or I see the sun drowning,Relief turns to scare;
The sun is leaving.
Will it come back again?
Will I?
I am a set of eyes,
I see the encompassing blue of the sea, and I long to be a part of it.
I trail the waves and drift back to the sun,I let the scare encompass me.
I am a pair of hands,
I shake and shake and shake, or Working on the page,Moving from the top to the bottom,
Nothing is clear.
My hands point to the little bit of sun that remains, or I sigh;
It’s leaving me.
I’ll be more alone than ever,The sea, the darkness, or me.
The sea’s waves are rolling and rolling,Yet I remain still,
Thinking of how fundamental movement is
I shake, and shake,shake my hands.
I drift back to the sun.
The smell of salt wafts into my room,
I am there;
I am one with the air, or The salt guides me closer to the sea,I can nearly sense the waves building, and crashing.
I am one with the sand;
The waves caress my feet, and They trickle onto me and leave,over and over again.
I cease and drop, cease and drop.
The grains of sand remove over me, and I feel how they build each other up,One by one,
Numerous grains make up this one huge body, or And I tell my cells to move,To build,
To make me.
But I am stuck in a state of verisimilitude.
Back and forth, and between here and there,Not knowing which one is real,
Not knowing which one I belong in, and Or whether,I even execute belong at all.
Source: tribune.com.pk