The Tides

Will the river meet the ocean tide?

Where the mountains end and the sun does hide?

To forget and float away like a stringless kite

Is what I often wish to do.

To see the world in her eyes through sunlight beams

To never question these threads merging into tender seams

As night turns to day and a blue evening leans

My arms are doors that lie open for you.

Today, I wish to fly like birds that brave the wind

To be naked and shed this dying skin

Even though they oft meander, my thoughts are pinned

To a wall of words I raised and drew.

And yet, I arrive only as a letter

Only to be gagged, bound and tethered

Yellowed, unopened and set upon a table

Weather beaten and never to be read.

So find me a place where my bones can rest

In the rising tides, I was summoned by your zest

Now I tremble as you remove your dress

But I’ll hold you close like the words you've said.

*photo by Pranita Kocharekar*