Soul Surfing
written by: Arshi Mortuza
Don’t you see —
I can only write dark.
Putting the verse in perverse.
Sometimes I open my mouth
to sing hymns of Him
But the Black Sea floods
Through my throat instead —
Capsizing boats, drowning sailors
Steering voyagers so far from shore
That no siren song can bring them back.
The color leaves your face
When you get sea sick.
When you see sick.
You’d rather navigate
Stiller, clearer, bluer waters.
I’m blue too — but the kinda blue that disturbs your
pastoral, pelagic perceptions
of perfection and peace.
I’m blue too — but like an ageing bruise.
My tears, my ink leaking to create
A deep ocean I bubble myself in.
If I could, I’d put these thoughts on paper
Seal it in a glass container
And let it drift corked or uncorked.
But it’s too much to bottle —
Don’t you see?
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