Wednesday, June 12, 2013


Feeling empty as a coelenterate
Primal emptiness
But for the first time
Without the primal fears

I’ve been an amoeba
This is an advancement
Maybe one day I’ll wash ashore
An oddity with bulging eyes
A dead giant squid

Children building castles
In the sand
Will write me an epitaph
“Here lie Squidward’s Hopes and Dreams”

Perhaps a stingray I’ll be
Anemones will wilt in my dark shadow
Clown fish will dart away

Maybe I’ll be that clownfish
And befriend a mermaid
And see she does not turn to foam

Maybe I’ll rise from the ocean foam
A pearl of a woman

                                               ~ Sonali

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