I prefer the sea.
Because I close myself in
Because life is not fulfilling
Only after a climb.
Life is fulfilling when
I see little fish
Frollick.
Because I can smell
The pungency of life
Because when I cup water,
And light plays
In my palms
I feel prismatic.
Because when a wave throws me,
I can feel its power
And its joy.
Because I know it brings death often,
And fear lurks within
But that very death
Contasts against the eternal sea.
Because the rhythm and the songs
That the world sings to me
Hypnotise,
And mesmerise
And my eyes fill with
Tiny reflections
Of the first womb.
Because we are of the sea.
And some of us return.
Because mountains are Men
And the sea,
Woman.
Between 2 Sips 
3 responses to “Of a mind that wanders to that to which it belongs”
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Inspiration
I crave a voice
With a sprinkle of fluted noise
Because I bear death everyday
From this life to another
Because life has delivered an infant
who grives, cries, and rants
This death advanced a life
A life when voice speaks
Through living crevices and creeks
Speech breeds confusion
Yet, speech addresses a way
shows the light of day
Like an infant in labour
It breaks the walls of a silent womb.
Old defences fail,
As the new wears out its shell
Because I felt horror over me creep
When death comes to me
As a fleeting sleep
Satisfied and shattered,
Fulfilled and destroyed,
Half the night, I waste in sighs
The other half in dreams, I sorrow
Yet, I crave a voice
Beyond these earthly noise
As Men are words spoken
And Women silences – kept
take care 🙂
Thank you Shayani. That was disturbing, and yet rang true.
STUNNING!