THE OCEAN INSIDE

It’s the ocean , I know its sound
Those are the waves
Always different yet the same !
Deep inside they destroy
They mother the invalid reasons
But they are not unknown to me
The currents ! I can feel it .
ever don’t they recognize each other
its the infinite that flows in to its vastness
there isn’t any faces nor any stories
when I search for the limits at which they origin
I hear the great ocean , a whisper of thousand years !
I am going to swim across that waves
To splash through its immense strength !
Let me be disobedient to those whispers
For I am the ocean ; I cannot stop.

BISWAJITH.