Lines written upon a visit to Gokarna
By Abhishek Pandey
In frequent gusts, the rattling wind,
And the ever frothing sea,
Came and hit the gloomy shore,
As I pondered merrily.
I concluded the conversation,
With my friend, the carnal skull,
And the liquor began to act upon me,
For that moment in Time, grew dull.
The water surged forward,
And hit the rock I sat upon,
'Twas like Neptune stood above,
With an Eternal baton.
The voice of the roaring waves,
And the thunder in the sky,
Blended in together,
And brought forth, a sweet lullaby.
And as the sweet relentless sleep,
Lay heavy upon my eyes,
I heard the despaired wails of a banshee,
From the rather dismal skies.
Like a string of pearls on the horizon,
Flickered those distant lights,
And I seemed to reckon them,
A novelty, on one of these nights.
A little too much of absinthe,
And the bewitching tune,
And those lights contorted into,
A mermaid, upon the full moon.
Solitarily she sat upon the rock
In locks and curls her golden hair,
She sung of sailors gone to doom,
With a comb of pearl, she combed her hair.
She fiddled with the strings on her golden harp,
Arousing specters from my dreaded past,
From the aloof rock she beckoned,
While I followed her, aghast.
And the ever frothing sea,
Came and hit the gloomy shore,
As I pondered merrily.
I concluded the conversation,
With my friend, the carnal skull,
And the liquor began to act upon me,
For that moment in Time, grew dull.
The water surged forward,
And hit the rock I sat upon,
'Twas like Neptune stood above,
With an Eternal baton.
The voice of the roaring waves,
And the thunder in the sky,
Blended in together,
And brought forth, a sweet lullaby.
And as the sweet relentless sleep,
Lay heavy upon my eyes,
I heard the despaired wails of a banshee,
From the rather dismal skies.
Like a string of pearls on the horizon,
Flickered those distant lights,
And I seemed to reckon them,
A novelty, on one of these nights.
A little too much of absinthe,
And the bewitching tune,
And those lights contorted into,
A mermaid, upon the full moon.
Solitarily she sat upon the rock
In locks and curls her golden hair,
She sung of sailors gone to doom,
With a comb of pearl, she combed her hair.
She fiddled with the strings on her golden harp,
Arousing specters from my dreaded past,
From the aloof rock she beckoned,
While I followed her, aghast.
About the Author - Abhishek Pandey
AP alias 'The Pandemonium' is a rather irregular person with his own way with words, he tweaks and bends giving them soul. Poetry and Philosophy being two of his greatest passions, solitude remains his greatest companion.
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