A Lonely Seagull On a Sea Shore

The foamy oceanic waves had the longest story of her sandy shore And, from afar, I saw her tears too, It felt as a droplet, a bird's eye view A droplet on a palm, an eternal whim, an evergreen, eloquent silence And, then, I saw the seagull, a lonely one, on a churned up wavy folklore Her sounds were densely familiar, mingled somewhere in those waving uproar A traveling today, with an eternal charm, a patient evocation, for just an hour I wished, and I wished for more, till, I felt blindness , soaring high , in vividness Leaving or sounds of fallen leaves for too long a time,may hurt within,inner bliss A photosynthesis of life, a splash on a coffee mug, and a strange loneliness Far across the sea, the twilight hour, eminent, as sadness was seeping through We tried to live too much, to die within, for an oath, never to be understood, For the world is spilling and spilling way too much, for just another day, rebirth A blank page and a fountain pen, a blank canvas on a spellbound twilight hour Everyday is not for a couplet, and neither for a devotion, in a self evident prayer I wished for more, till blindness was a friend,a faraway sound in tree-branches. For another day, a lonely seagull, will return to a fathomless sea And the world will make a complete sense, in lines and line-breaks too, And a dream will not be tiresome, so enigmatic, in the hour of a morning tea.