Sailing alone, far from the shore, towards the high and mad sea
A melancholy strain touches my eye; I feel a sense of qui vive
I see sun sloped down the clouds; brilliant brightness of the sky going pale
I hear the silence raspy requiem, Singing in the sky
I see no nightingale. There is stillness in the air
the whirling wind has suddenly given his frown
The sanity of the sky comes to a standstill
As if it would take years to reach down
The arid arena shows no signs of life
as if waiting for a stirring storm
I see no bird or beast pass by; the bluntness beyond any norm
Bones infested with growing fear, realization gives me a serpent kiss
Till now under a spotless cloud of ignorance, I was asking for bliss.
Once free from manacles of birth, the beauty in beauty never wanes
No bed is warmer than grave; without mutual acceptance love is vain.
Every things that are and were, now just waves on eternal time flow
One by one everyone bids us; fades away like a mere shadow.
Has the fate decreed this as inevitable, or this pain is just my pleasure’s loan?
Sailing and fighting what continues to hound, even my reflection do I own?
Redemption is what I need, is this a revelation of something else?
Or is it my misanthropic mind, that hates, loathes and repels...
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