AT THE SHORE...

This time look keenly...feel but deeply
 the sea
wrinkles of sweeps of wind on its surface
are just but the mask hiding the calm waters below
when the gospels talk of the unfaithful disciple
the fearful and conscious human
who denied and walked a two steps on water
whilst the third sunk
denied his teacher, chopped ears for him
and cried when he felt how much he loved his master
look keenly

Look keenly at the faces you utter words of disgrace to
see the glimpses of pain you inflict when you quieten
when you fail to say 'i love you, thank you and i adore you'
when you wear the shroud of pride like a corpse
proud to die and to be banished by the warmth you deem inadequate
wait till the breeze whistles in the night whist you re alone
the tunes of dirges will scare peace out of you when the owl hoots
you will wake a loser, dead yet to live again
to leave time you had

Feel deeply the nuance of deception you cheat on
the lies you paint on your mirror to beautify your image
the truth you run away from each day
whilst you tell them lies, do the lies and live the lies
feel the desolation of guilt
not for religious sainthood and matrimony
but for your inner peace and harmony
why lie?
why hate yourself for craving forgiveness?

At the shore, come and be delightful
release your worries to the furrows of the sea
bathe and let the waters massage and calm you
yet do not desire the fleeting and shallow
come and sink
let go to the deep and unravel definitions of life
you re yet to dream and ever perceive the idea of their conception

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