Deeper blues are black

The world seemed so phantasmagoric,

When I woke up, to a liquid sunshine,

Cool breeze, and, the petrichor.

When I looked out of the window,

Drizzle, changed, to  a downpour,

The beach looked beautiful, and,

So did the shells, washed ashore.

I climbed over the cliff, drinking in,

The scenic beauty, the waters,

Were so serene, so calm,

I wanted to stay, till the time, offers.

Then, I felt my captain’s badge,

Shining, proudly, against my heart.

I took out my spyglass,

Looking for, my, mighty man-o’war.

It appeared, damaged,

Along, the starboard side,

But, what caught my attention,

Was the romance, of two dreadnoughts,

Which, I mistook, for a duel, a deadly fight, 

Next, I saw a mermaid,

Playing with her hair,

Her ineffable beauty,

Evident, in her innocent eyes.

She looked up at me, flirting,

I blew a kiss, and she, shyly smiled.

Storm lashed upon, waves started to rise,

I wanted to escape, but more, otherwise,

Finally, my teenage mind, won, And, I,

Jumped from the cliff, into the sea,

Initially, nothing, later,

I saw, a gradient of blue,

Sapphire, Azure, Cerulean and turquoise.

My memory was so lambent, fugacious,

All I remember, are colours, and hues,

I woke up, with a yellow mood, and, can’t,

Recall, how I, ended up high, on blues.

I struggled, trying to steal, a mouthful of air,

Finally, a state of tranquility, overcame tempest,

Few episodes of light followed,

And eventually, everything, was dark,

Lighter blues, maybe pellucid,

But, the deeper, are black.

 

© 2017 Rishav K Singh. All rights reserved.

 

 

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