Blues

My body is a sea of doomed emotions

With spurts of happiness and sunken oysters that hide the terribly ruthless beauty of overpowering truths;

     Waves of despair rise and die

And sometimes crash,

Against the wobbly walls of cynic

Disapproval.

Sunken ships hold lost virtues and helpless suffocation;

There lie copper coins on my intestine, which weigh the burden of failed faith and hopeful youth;

     Occasionally, glass bottles with notes inside, 

Hit me in the limbs,

And remind me of the vehement regrets that once rose - only to be eternal- from painful losses and failed attempts that crushed my almost heart. 

My body is a sea of doomed emotions;

It flows in different directions at different times

but never does it truly rest;

For the sea never forgets nor dies. 


- harsha jain