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Drifting
I sit in my boat alone, I have no oar
I drift in the ocean of life, wanting nothing more
Sometimes the current takes me to strange shores
Where I meet strange people and hear stranger lores
And then the wind whispers to me
Reminding that I have to continue to drift
I know not where I go
Nor know the speed of my journey- fast or slow
Nor know not what I search
Thinking nothing and everything, on my boat I perch
And the waves come and rock me
Reminding that I have to continue to drift
A big ship passes by, my boat shakes
Huge waves, threatening to engulf me in its wake
So unconcerned about its environs, a ship so selfish
The cold shoulder hurts me, makes me squeamish
But then the sun rays come and warm me
Reminding that I have to continue to drift
I remain afloat, surviving, counting the days spent and gone
A small boat like mine comes drifting from the horizon
It bears a creature from a dream, a beautiful vision
We drift along together for a while in unison
Contentment seeping through every pore
Reminding that I have to continue to drift
I drift away as I watch him drift back into oblivion
I wonder whether there will be more from where came this one
And as if my thinking had conjured more drifters
I met with whom I'd drifted in the past - friends, parents, sisters
Unbound happiness at the reunion
Reminding that I have to continue to drift
I often wonder why I had no oars
I have no choices, what to explore
Who I'll meet, I know no more
Stability cannot be ensured
My wandering mind, my soul restless
Reminding that I have to continue to drift
In the line of vision I watch violent thrashing
Another drifter and his boat are drowning
I will my boat to drift that way to aid
But oh! What cruel game life has played
Impotently, I have watched happenings beyond my control
Reminding that I have to continue to drift
Lust, desire, greed- I've seen the worst
Mourning my solitude, grieving, gloomy and hurt
The good times recalled like sunshine bring me a smile
Ambitious and proud, drifted miles across miles
Flickering shadows of past- good and bad
Reminding
that I have to continue to drift
I've drifted at times through happiness and anger
Through fulfillment, restlessness and even danger
Night and day, drifting at high tides and those at low
Refreshing rains, stormy darkness, sky's golden glows
Past, present, future - their ecstasy and agony
Reminding
that I have to continue to drift
It has been years now and I can move no more
Aged bones creak, skin covered with sores
Memory fails, I remember no more
Why I drifted from shore to shore
Ease the agony, O! healing touch of death! I implore
Take me with you, I can drift no more….
-Marisha
September'03