Lost While At Float

Relaxed, yet tormented:

Alone in the ocean 

Rethinking every direction,

But follows the thrill nevertheless 

Pondering upon what could be the reason, 

And the absurdity fills up 

The answers that were built up.

With the crust so stiff,

He floats like a boat in sweet river-

River met with an apocalypse.

He thinks and thinks- 

How it fell;

Fell into the void that would never end.

The clear blue sky, 

The salty ocean

Different shades as a mosaic 

Across the Horizon that hides,

Blending the hues all too well. 

He floats over the misery,

Not a mere play 

Of sorcery, 

As it seems.

Days pass and then months,

Until he notices the sandy lane.

A solid bump in the ocean 

Where emeralds exist 

Amongst the sapphires. 

He floats and floats, 

Until he bumps into the sandy lane 

He rolls inside and realizes the myths- 

So many like him 

Have fallen and been adrift,

Taking in their own subtle voyage.

He rolled back into the waters again-

Destination left in unknown hands.

The crust still remains stiff, 

The tenderness is the guide.

The sailors that are set to sail 

Wave at him in awe,

Gasping at the tales he sells

Singing to his melodies,

Passing by and praising him,

Following the light as they wish.

While he is still the wanderer 

At the grave and salty path;

His tales dug deep within him.

When it doesn't have to be 

What it seems at hearing 

For he is just a floating coconut

Who is draining alone in the ocean- 

To whom the sailors wave.