one inch, two inch

You go on,
go on. the sky, the wind bleached,
nude sand and few palms. as the smiles
unwind, you
go on till eternity. like in mother's lap.
the moon will twinkle like silent sentry,
the night will spread like ink on dark hands.
the blood shall sputter with names in incantations,
the cars shall overtake yours, life you could've grasped.
If you had wanted to.
The fireflies you will mistake for muse, each one.
The dew-soaked bamboo for forest of fire.
Thus in darkness you find deception, in darkness enlightening.
squalls of flying squirrels shall be music,
the roar of the hidden cascade your guide.
you search but a corner to lay on, a mound to call your own,
you want but an hour where they claim you, where you are owned.
you own, to be owned; you pretend owned, to own;
you walk, to move; you move, to stay.
and thus you go, on.

Till the morning comes and vast swathes of oceans burst forth,
and you are in the middle, and the gulls are far.
There is but sun and the silent ocean, there is but drowning and the peace,
of a battle lost, a soul won.