The sailors sleep

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Sick of pathways, he opted for sea ! The shore where he stood , with last hopes of greetings from land , he ousted for a destination unheard ! The steady waves slowly snatching his vision away from the shore . Seemed as if an imaginary body, trying to snatch him back, for he might be bored there again and there would be no way to land at the former ! 

Well, a mind that always battles and riddles with the heart , time took a toll , he didn’t stop ! Did he forget all that he left behind ? Or did everything let him go ? The caravan, wasn’t beautiful enough, just stitched with the older broken pieces . 

The sun wished to sleep now ,
The moon wished to peep too 
The skies wished to paint them black 
The stars were seen twinkling lying on an wooden plank ! 

How far , was the pit stop or even if there was any ! How long was the storm going to wait ? 
And to the next vision the eyes saw first in the morning, experienced a madness around , all blues , how much would those hands help sail ? 
What kept alive, was the conviction that one fine day , he’ll reach a land unseen, he’ll land up to pathways inexperienced, and survive a journey of heart soothing memories .

Little did he know , that tides rise too , that stitches wouldn’t survive . But what kept him glued, was just a thought. 
Feeding his hunger of tastelessness, talking with the sea , and every night rose a silence as loud as a wish one makes ! 

That night , the stars weren’t shining too bright, there was no sign of breeze, oh how poor the atmosphere was , or was it the indication of something abrupt. Fear , kept his eyes opened as if there was something he viewed the last time . 

Stitches couldn’t bear much ! Nor were the poles able enough to survive, and the sleeping soul couldn’t be awake anymore 

Who was to be blamed? 
To end up a journey unnamed ! 

Well, he was still in his cocoon! Dreaming an unwanted dream . Rose up in silence and imagined a while ! Are the storms to be feared ? For today might be the last night, and let that hope of exploration, of believing in existence beyond end survive ! 


Comments

  1. Unknown19 November 2017 at 10:13

    Superb! You've worked wonders with words. Keep writing :)

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  2. Shivam agarwal19 November 2017 at 10:15

    Hats off

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  3. Unknown19 November 2017 at 10:28

    Wow 👏👏👏

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  4. Raja Ghosh20 November 2017 at 09:33

    Fantastic story-very well executed and designed & fun to read.I'm really enjoying the story and your great work.This is truly beyond my comment.
    Good job keep it up.....!!!!!!

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  5. Unknown21 November 2017 at 17:03

    Its really nice....

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