Rustic Rummage

An emotional poem that catches the loneliness within and around oneself.

A trail, that leads to a barren riff,
where d sun n sands meet..

There sits in a canoe, my heart,
filled with innumerable queries..

For where do the shallow ripples flow,
to meet the mystic ocean’s depths unbound..

How do the small rivulets make their way,
through the dense dark and rocky maze..

How the paddy fields obtuse merrily and sway,
even when the winds furrow..

How the beautiful band arches amidst the fog
after it rains once what used to shine..

Why do the clouds fill up my heart,
inspite of being so very light..

How empty the sky feels,
even when the shiny stars brim up at night..

With riches and gold, oh so full,
feels that big round Cup-a-Globe!

Still how the weary eyes search,
for a shooting star..

To hope for a hope,

that hides behind a wink..
Only to roll down the cheek,

To meet the oceans soo deep.. oh so deep..