Call of the Ocean

The ocean calls out to me tonight, For it feels lonely. And here I am feeling homesick again, Nostalgia suffocates me as I taste the rain. The blue in it is but my ink, The depth in my eyes is but the sea. The sea bed longs to feel my skin, I yearn to scathe myself with the grains akin. Starless skies are replete with fog, Waves will draw constellations in my tresses tonight. I'll come undone, with every tide, Breathless and brazen, wanton and wild. With remnants of moon on my chest, I will hide in the nihility. With the sun tomorrow, I shall rise, But, the ocean calls out to me tonight. -Amrita Jha