Renaissance

There is this dark sea,
One that scares, baffles,
reminds you are a human.

There is this shore.
Sands - treacherous they are
they will slide away.

Each step is drunk
with a beauty that awaits
and uncertainty that roars.

As I stand there
endangered and mesmerized,
the sky plays cruel.

There are stars and no moon.
Black as it is with a little gray,
Surrendering is only pivotal.

Either way,
you are already killed
to live, better.

SoUmY@

Comments

Wild Strawberry said…
Each step is drunk
with a beauty that awaits
and uncertainty that roars = WOW!
Usha Pisharody said…
The antithetical quality of your writing shines out here! Renaissance of thought, of notions, , or of words reinventing themselves in so many myriad ways...

For how else could one talk of life and death, entwined; in the choices one makes, in the fears one drowns in, in the beauty one yearns for, and in the uncertainty that, as you say, roars!

Beautiful, Soumya... What a close to a year's worth of some wonderful verse from you :)

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