Perhaps the voyage
into the bellies of a stormy sea,
will bring you alive
drenched in salty waters.
And then you plunge deeper
into the bottomless abysses of your soul,
as nothing else matters,
more than the search for peace.
Perhaps the rays of light,
that shimmer and skittle
framing your face,
bring in shadows of smiles,
that have now hallowed away.
And then you touch the canvas,
that breathes in life
through your brushstrokes,
And Lo! Behold! The daily dose
of happy pills kick in,
at dawn, as sunlight bedazzles.
Perhaps,
We were destined to
live our lives in realties,
that have already been
rewritten,
in the sordidly pleasant
lullabies of yore.
Listen to me, darling,
There is but one truth,
and yet we stay shrouded
in lies.
© Raju Behara
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