Treasure Island

Kingshuk Chakraborty


A Night By The Sea


While I look at the Ocean
The Setting Sun at the horizon bleeds
Someone from behind, pulls the curtain
Hidden pain, we rarely read

The shadow of silence, when embraces the darkness
The abandoned shore finds only life in me
Pondering thoughts dive in search of you
My heart creeps into the turbulent sea

You must be fast asleep now in serenity of land
Swelling waves are my love, emotions
Cry, Roar and then unheard, break on sand
They resurge to draw attention

Voice of sea will soon be lost in the midst of noise
You would wake up in brightness of day
Love never dies, whether you want to know
The ocean will feel then, it’s needless to say

Submitted: Monday, September 12, 2011
Edited: Monday, September 12, 2011

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