The sun is out and it’s a beautiful day but the darkness will always stay.
November has arrived, my heart is breaking again to dark mornings and unexpected goodbyes.
Oh dear lord of the sea, only if I could write to thee of the great silence within, of turmoil pickings and grand distress.
Oh dear lord of the sea, only if I could write to thee of strange tides, the dark of the horizon where the sun collides while you swallow it viciously.
Oh dear lord of the sea, only if could write to thee of a starless sky, the scent of someone unknown in disguise and the sinking lull of thee.
Oh dear paramount of tyranny, only if you could speak to me whilst I build a temple of doom and malign as an ode to thee, my ever receding lord of the sea.
© Aniket More
Overtime I’ve begun to wilt only to bloom again in death.
Reality lies beneath the tenfolds of death, life is only a lie.