The surf will go down
As the tides slow down
It ain’t misery or an unlucky frown
But a turbulent terrain we have to endure.
While the bygones ain’t coming back and the martyrs will still be moving past,
The soul, the brick and mortar
Shall still stand adorned
With delicate strands of humanity
Yet ever so strong to be mourned
As theres no way that the life in this
Can give in to be grounded below dirt
Although it takes effort to feel it be reborn everyday
Humanity is not bound by death or birth.
Midlife- In the middle of life?
In the unknown
to be nowhere
The one I grew up to be
is not in the being
That one feeling that its me
Is not even seeming
Who am I really or am I there at all
Do I not feel or am I not there anymore
A ghost a soul which one is it
Dead or eternal what difference is it
I am not everywhere am I anywhere
Am I here or
am I there
Where did I live and why did I live it all
That I were to shut it down, that I were to leave it all
Identity - what does it mean
I am not sure, it cant be seen
Parts of me have fallen away
From inside me on some far array
So much for “Till death do apart”
How many times may I have died, That now I feel like just the picture
And no life’s art.
Shubhangi Saraf
3/19/25
