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
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Agustin Avatar
August 19, 2024 at 7:05 AM
Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.
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