The muscles are stiff , breath is low and the blue is grey.
I feel like in this deserted aqua I am a prey.

Maybe the one with the trident haunts me but I am not afraid
It is the clutches of life that peep on me from the shallow’s glade.

There are winds that call upon me.
But the monster of my heart shouts”wee”

Maybe I am flowing, maybe drifting away
But I wish these waves should never stop sway.

A weariness catches my neck, forcing me to let go of this state.
A deep breath now wakes me up and “ah ! the smoke is still kissing my mouth’s gate”.

One last mist that might take my senses away
But makes my mind all quantum and the smile on my face for sure sway.


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