The Journey

By Saptarshi Debnath

Saptarshi Debnath

I had rode along the daring waves,

Braving the storms

For a long millennium

Waiting for the storm to subside

Sending Noah's dove in search of land

Or a figment of peace

Whichever it lands first upon.

The storms never did die down,

The mind's eye competing

Shamelessly

With the world outside,

Outshining in its darkness.

I feel tired,my hands slipping

From the wheel of time,

That I try too hard to keep control of.

Only to fail,in the face of adversity.

A strange melancholy grips me,

One that is firm yet ephemeral.

It covers my being in a vice like hold.

One which I can't escape from.

I can't take in this abruptly

Insidious intrusion anymore.

I long for the healing touch

Of a time tested yet novel actor.

For it is imperative to me,

A soul long lost in misery

To find some Solace

In conformity.

I look out of the window

To find,

The darkness dissipating as the new feeling envelops me

This feeling is so safe ,

A risk free reward for a life led well.

The days pass by,

Melancholia doesn't haunt me anymore.

Nor does ecstasy,

The thrill of the unknown.

I am perfectly satisfied

In the safety of my walls.

A sanatorium built for me

By my free will.

A desire to surrender it

Was what I needed all along.

Another millennium passes by,

I have traded my storm .

For the monotony of a thousand identical nights.

I am at peace finally.

My heart beats at a predetermined rhythm ..

A lifetime of mediocrity

Waiting for the ship to sail

Sometimes by my window,

Another turbulent soul passes by,

I look at them with pity

And I dare say,envy.

The storm inside me still brews on,

Waiting to break out

Destroying the mold of docility

And be free.

By Saptarshi Debnath