Oscillations

Day-11 NaPoWriMo-2019

                                                                    Cortalim-the origin

I oscillate between two coasts

A happy coast and a survival buoy

One has my heart and the other my body

The  past and present hangs

On the old and the new bridge

The difference is not much

Just a little space in between

And many forgotten dreams.

When your wings are clipped

You don’t have a home

Your body  sighs in an hourglass

Counting the sand particles

Making tiny holes.

In the hour of solitude

The mind goes wandering

To those half-broken promises

The heartbeat stops 

At the beautiful sunny beaches

Breathing the swaying palms 

Tasting the salt of caressing waves

The fragrance of  rice stalks

And a childhood, dancing,

On the foothills.

In the narrow lanes 

Of rustic life, here and there

I still taste and smell,  

The profusion of colors and the wild berries

So many memories jostling through

The soft breeze of the other coast

Visits me once in a while,

On another coast, in my happy dreams.

Another coast, 

Adorned with nature's glory, to breathe in

A home far away from home

Balancing survival instincts a skill.

But, I still desire the origin of my being...

Participating in:NaPoWriMo-2019