Isolation spins it’s mysterious cocoon,
Companion to talk is everlasting moon,
Wind, frosty tides and flock of seagulls,
Washed away to shore was my wrecked hull.
Surrounded by endless silver sea,
Watching waves as they fade and flee,
Lonely lagoon smiling at majestic sun,
No worldly battles to be lost or won.
Un-surveyed, unfathomed and mysterious,
But my wandering spirit is ever curious,
I am nobody in this naked stretch of land,
No role, no status, as I walk through sand.
Implacable,deadly silence as death,
Proof of being alive is my fiery breath,
Hearing quiet crunch of stones underfoot,
Time freezed and stood still where it is put.
My spirit danced in ballroom of night sky,
One after another, million stars passed by,
Rippling waves kissed my weary feet,
Far away from the cruel world of deceit.
Fig trees dropped fruits to quench hunger,
Sipping palm toddy, slipping in to slumber,
Days & years passed but I grew younger,
Indeed my time in planet is getting longer.
(C) K. Radhakrishnan