The Other Shore

Oh, I tried my best

To leave behind those worries

Before leaving the other shore.

But as I sail these doldrums,

The jarring silence has awakened

Those worries I thought were left behind.

Colour and mayhem I chose,

With little thought,

To drown my waking moments.

But carried my own

Dark and gloomy thundercloud

To drench me in my sorrow.

Oh, I tried my best

To forget all those faces

Before leaving the other shore.

But after weeks of loneliness,

I can't sleep without reliving

The ghosts of how they were.

Wish this new night will end,

With a soft breeze that picks up

And rages till the heavens upend.

How I wish this boat of mine

Never sees the other shore.

How far am I from there,

How far am I from home?

Oh, I tried my best

To leave it all behind

Before departing for this other shore.

But as these seas get rough,

And lightning strikes,

I can't see this voyage through

Without longing for that other shore.

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Memories of Yesterday

I see a dove, and in it’s eye, the reddish
Glint of a dying sun, signalling the end
Of the day’s giving and the spark of
Night’s taking. Man’s worst fears take
Definite shape, haunt him and test his hope,
Hope for light, a tomorrow, one different from the
Moderacy of today, a tomorrow that is
Far ahead from his primitive
Fears of a modern thought in a life
In renaissance. The joy of days long
Before the illusions of modernity,
Times when simplicity was beauty itself,
Bring emotions rushing at one
Reminiscing his days.

A helping hand,
A rarity in the age of shadows,
Seemed soft as ruby in velvet, a smile
That melted the hardest of men to
Humility and compassion. Fair faces and
Cheery voices dot my memory of yesterday;
Will there be another?

Past all convention, past all that’s dear
To the dreamer, I see something familiar,
Yet so different from experience. There will
Be another, one that’s no different from
The past. It will repeat, all over again,
And when it does, my words

Shall be sole testament.