The rusty compass points North,
Bewildering me in maximal loath,
The sails rattle, tremble in the storm,
That card game is our common norm,
They question, they suspect, my promises,
I shout, I brag about my experiences,
A heap full of treasures was the bait,
To gather this crew, before the fate,
Our food, our drinks have voided now,
I am a captain, cast away from their bow,
They gaze at me, with those deprived eyes,
I am lost in the maze of my own lies,
A week, a month, passes by,
Finally finally, some land in sight,
"Treasure, Treasure", a weak voice cries,
As I lie there, weak with my final bread slice,
I open my eyes, with a painful groan,
And you stare at me, with a puzzled moan,
"Treasure, Treasure", the weak voice cries,
As I absorb you, my angelic price.
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Voh ab humse door ho gaye hai,
kehte the jaan hame kabhi,
Unke charchey kisi aur ke saath mashoor ho gaye hai,
Voh wafa nahi kar saki,
bewafa hai wo,
khafa kar gayi jaate jaate,
na jaane ab kaha hai wo ,
Mil jaaye raste mai kabhi,
hum khood hi raasta badal lenge,
palat kar na dekhenge kabhi ushe,
kyuki ab voh humse door ho gaye,
unki charchey kisi aur ke saath mashoor ho gaye..!-
We were wayward pirates, drowning in the obsessions of our flourishing love. We cruised through the wild waters, hijacking the merriment from lost sailors. That agitated storm zapped you to a different current, to a distant lover and I was stranded, amidst the taunting sharks and questioning clouds, waiting for the pirates to ransack me. Without you, my mermaid, I am a lost sailor too now, deserted and depleted.
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Monsoon is long gone
But promises to come again
Hold on tightly to your masts, sailors
To sail and bring each season back
again.-
It's Stories,
Always with you.
I look back sometimes,
Ponder upon these stories over.
I realise, we are just the sailors.
We don't decide the sea.
We don't decide it's waves.
We sail inward every passing day.
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rainy recess -
young streams entice
young sailors
torrential rain -
mother tells me
to not come home
window seat -
trying to decipher
rain's abstract art
clouds -
from her city
to mine
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Your voyage with right sailors makes it as a wonderful adventurous journey.
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Sailors of Bermuda
Riding the waves of worldliness,
I sailed in the sea of no return.
Navigation became simply complex,
So did the weather.
Something was brighter than sun, something was longer than night.
Pirates that steal your soul,
A sea where all ships sink.
Alas, Bermuda triangle is cruel
Iord knows why it's dream of
sailors.-
Maid of the Sea
She has beauty in song and beauty in flesh
Many a sailor has been lured to his death
By the face of an angel and singing so sweet
Down into the depths where the fishes they meet
Combing her hair on a rock she doth lay
Naked to the fishtail beckoning sailors to stray
Amongst seaweed and waves she tempts then to play
Her beautys a mask for the mermaids aim
No sailor has returned to tell of her game
Take heed bold sailor if you go to sea
And hear the song of the mermaids calling to thee
Dismiss any feelings of jumping Overboard
Keep your eyes on the horizon and put your faith in the Lord
Chris O'Malley
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