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@
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
with a beauty that awaits
and uncertainty that roars = WOW!
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 :)