Ananya Ashok

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Missing comes in waves.
Even as one recedes,
The other has already arrived
To kiss and bid adieu
To the shore that waits forever.

Each time the swirling water leaves
To the onlooker, nothing changes
But the grains of sand have shifted
In vain attempt to embrace
The emotional tide that cannot be.

Life thrives in this turbulence
Tenants on the coast don’t complain
Of the wave that brings, or carries
Oxygen and life or pure destruction.
Littoral existence is neither languid nor lazy.

The hermit crab buries itself again
Dedicated to rebuilding the home lost
To last wild tide that came crashing.
Digging, scurrying, and hiding-
It holds penance and patience
For the next tide to visit its home.

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I dreamed that I dreamed in a dream
Of drifting through soft summer rain,
Pouring incessant in my noisy mind,
As I looked for a place without pain.

First, I found myself stranded on Lilliput
In all ignorance, feeling grandly esoteric.
I was then on Aladdin’s magic carpet
Looking at all that was phantasmagoric.

I took a stroll through forgotten hollows
As my body lay ensconced in deep sleep
And, my spirit wandered away free. Slow.
The ascent to being present? So steep.

Find me a way, find me a beginning.
I couldn’t yet say apart light from dark.
Even as some dreams kept lingering
Far away from, I heard a song of the lark.

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I stood still breath-taken to behold
Hidden mysteries in the landscape
More than was in lore foretold.
From overwhelm to find escape-
Taking a sip of dewy air so cold
And feeling the rising on my nape
Into the mist that lain the mountains a shroud
I poured all of my sorrow out loud.

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(Just a tiny lyrical free verse I wrote speaking of a woman who’s made it on her own.)

She’s got a glow
Even on a low
She may be sweet as a sugar
But, you got nothin’ to give her
For she’s on her own.
She’s on her own.

Her mind’s alright
Free from all that weight.
She walks her own way…
To you, she got nothin’ to say
For she’s on her own.
She’s on her own.

Her path stretches ahead,
For glory, they said
She wears an invisible crown
Oh, you got much to learn
For she’s on her own.
That's right. She’s on her own.

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