To keep myself afloat
I crafted reasons out of thin air,
their splintered foundation,
Stacked them side by side
in a precise formation,
Salvaging a proof that wouldn’t appear
damaged beyond repair.
But the impervious Sea remained,
as ever, a merciless affair.
Nor did the angry winds take a kinder view.
Calling for me to give up
instead of pushing through,
They unanimously pointed out
the grievous absence of your care.
I kept choosing, still, to see the light in you,
when hindsight reflected ‘beware’.
Nor did I turn back when longer
stretched the cold Nights.
Or, waves seemed a warmonger,
bloodthirsty for comeuppance
under Moon’s damning glare.
Against my soul I vouched for you,
claiming your heart stands fairer than fair
But the Sun refuses to let up its torridity
and poses the same query each day,
branding my constancy a symptom of simplicity,
Mockingly he asks, “How goes the pilgrimage
to the port that has never been there?”