Here I stand;
Beyond the Sea at the End of the World.
Stranded by Fate;
In a typhoon of memories.
I drown myself in the rain;
Their voices resonating within me.
A gentle breeze blows on this Isle;
Singing the ordeals of Time.
Ephemeral are my emotions; Fleeting is my love.
Starry nights and Roaring tides,
Accompany this frivolous farrago.
This fragile heart,
Brimming with joy and love.
Whispers of Dreams far away.
I see those Dreams, clad in colours,
Shining in their Chaste afterglow.
I see them still, like years ago,
An illusion calling out to me.
The Dreams do end, the memories sublimate
Yet I stand,
Beyond the Sea at the End of the World.
-Aishwik Ray
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