Crescendo - fall,
I move, I stall.
Turn my back and regress,
need none to impress.
Stand no longer
begging at your door,
the seas are mine,
I embark from the shore.
enough even is, this dimming twilight,
For this ship's cradled by the mellow night.
My sanctuary has arrived.
Love lay there - I free it,
It's meant to go.
I can stop now,
put myself to sleep.
There is nothing left that i seek -
no, not even peace.
The stampede is over,
the lights are moving slower.
As you peek inside, you see -
This sanity is not meant for me.
-Saakshi sharma
By your door - i'm referring to society.
ReplyDeleteBy regression - i'm referring not to the opposite of progress, but going back to a pristine, pure form of existence.
By seas - i'm referring to the abundance of knowledge, consciousness.
and if the masses are representative of sanity, then i'd really much rather be insane !