There is an ocean residing inside me
that is why I search like the waves.
Sometimes I rise , touch the sky and return
At other times I retreat to the horizon.
Some times I lie low
hiding my head in the sand
Yet other times I lookup at the stars and smile.
Sometimes I bleed
and the redness spills over a stagnant sky
which stays still in a dusk
like a wounded heart.
Yet other times I sleep ,serene
filled with my own width and depth
in many dawns.
Then the sky moves over my head
enmeshed in thick feathery clouds,
I become dark
I become grey
I become blue
Like a mirror ,
reflecting the conscience of the sky.
I am colourless,formless and shapeless
And I adopt any form which the time impose on me
by its free will when I know,
An ocean is unable to be confined
in narrow necked black bottles.
and thrown in to distances,
for someone to retrieve it later and read its history.
Todays best new poem was written by Maya Inmaya.
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