Pirate II – The Winding

I

Thwarted by ocean, seized by sea
Sewn apiece; ratted, rattled, razed and ruined

Salt brushed off wounds’ malice
Curses rent off choking chalice

The present is a past, an ongoing agony
My scream bereaves my will off charity

The eye tears an inch; The gape burnt
I hinge on the brim of sanity, my infancy returns.

II

Trouble bred and brewed my sorrow
I had wings but no soul to follow

In my bread of morning, I saw silence
A whirling aroma – maybe scent of a siren.

Surfs down, sails up
Sea scared, still seeking Sun

Sought the stars, got undone by heaven
My knee to temple, I staggered.

III

The market sung by maidens of fortune
Peers over the young – their lovely bosoms.

The spring has set again, stoned colors
The streets are home naked, disfigured.

A hint of grace comes from the grays
The stillness a stare – a long road, too old to fare

I savor my brush till I can keep
A heart my own sails a million leaps.

IV

Every turn I saw a reckoning
A wreck I found, too enamoring

It spoke of a dawn din the dusk
And a thunderstorm that wielded the Sun

Time had found a hope in me
It rested my soul; To that I seek

I see my wings off crown and a heart that deceives
I see you lingered on, friend. You are the same as me.

© Prateek Joshi and WordPress, 2017-2018

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