In my anchorless sleep,
i’m consciously dwelling deep.
Playing all night, is a dreadful,
The oceans tide is ravaging my shore,
exposing my hidden abode.
The moon that was on crescent, throughout, has turned full.
I keep praying him to remain dull.
His vision for me has blurred,
Putting me, in deep trouble.
Awaiting for dewdrops to fall ‘n’ turn me, to a pearl.
I woke up, once more, stuck within my shell.
© 2017 Hari Prasad S