As the stars shine under
shaking, shimmering waters
the world stops and drops
held still in the hollow of nothing
Gravity pulls down the weighty,
the hollow branch bounds on in gaiety
as the bounding waves crash under
a vast island, breaking asunder
A mighty wind searches for redemption
a cage of unbounded perversions
in the paradox of repetition
of unspoken, expressed intentions
it’s dream a tsunami of destruction
The waters, searching for a shape
a wind to make them feel awake
without a backbone, yet they crave
of satisfaction in another’s enclave
a hollow friend of remorseless creed
stuck in the mighty jaws of greed
There used to be a stolid stone
a vast plane of solitude
water and wind, they need it, you know?
to calm down their endless throes
a stationary piece of the world’s motor
silently controlling, giving direction
the sea of dreams had hardly none
to view the creations of the sun
The water dissolved it’s very heart
the wind blew it all apart
strength, of course, admirably so
yet I wonder if strength is strength
or the biggest weapon against your sense
breaking the very heaven send
of life’s greatest reverends
As a tiny chunk of consolidated sand
randomly entered into my hand
I clutched it tightly as a reminder
so rare, I had to keep
the last vestiges of truth I could see
of humanity in this dreary sea.
Written by Pratibha Bhatt, Core Group Member of Vox Populi
