Empty Bottle In The Sea

By Yash Raj Shukla

Ships sail by to an empty shore,

Shore's where they would rather be;

Who was I but a night before,

Now an empty bottle in the sea.

Didn't I have those fated words!

Conferred upon just me to share;

Found for once in a treacherous dive,

Read to wayfaring waves who care.

Was I secrets to a bleeding pen,

Left on pages scrolled so tight;

Capped loose inside a naked frame,

For light and wind to erase a plight.

Or was I wind, giving sails a flare,

Them that knew their currents to seek;

Stood still to rest in a moment spare,

Trapped aloof for storms to meek.

Do I wait for the ascending stars!

Or take all in to sink and flee?

To be anyone at all in moving parts,

But an empty bottle in the sea.

By Yash Raj Shukla