On The Surface Of The Deep Sea Poem by Ponniah Ganeshan

ON THE SURFACE OF THE DEEP SEA.

Is it me floating on the surface
Of the deep sea
Or else, the dead body of the moon
Once I made with sweets of my own
And of motions, smiles and kisses
The dead body of the moon
With its braid of her hair
And with bouquet of words in her soft skin.

Are the lines of poetry, floating on the surface
Of the deep sea
With crying rain of the silver dew
Then why should it flow like a river
To the same spot
To a same spot of the deep sea?

I never drown in the river of waking
And you too.
I’ll be floating on the surface of the deep sea
It’s a stage that brings me of my life back

Into the deep currents of my journeying
I fell
Yet it’s a stirring in a lightening
Then, my old days move leaving me behind
With all smiles, kisses and words
I am remained.