So there I stand, on the zenith of thoughts,
Looking down onto the Seas of Writing, Waves crashing wildly into sides of cliffs of those lonely climes.
Shaking wildly, the ground murmurs in shallow breaths, unsure if it will stand or fall apart.....
Those waters reach out claiming the land as its own....
Enamoured desires..... churning waves frothy white, sadnesses mixed, despair dipped , depths red inked.
Wishes unforgotten, sinking, wash in with tides searching for lives to own.
Love, arrow stricken bleeds casting a reddish hue ....
Bit by bit each, wearing down the rocks inside out.
Embittered by the relentless outpourings , sharp edged crags dot the sea line
These are Words, locked day night, in an unending fight. Swords unsheathed with Life.
Komal Gupta @tejaswiniaura