The sea and a woman 
is a literary device with long history.
She as a wrecked ship,
Sea as a salvation. 
She as a waiting maiden
Sea as the embracing hope.
She as a hopeless fish,
Sea as a tear stained cheek.
Time hoppes with them, 
there is nothing more to say.
So, if you stand in the fringes of a sea, 
Asking yourself the tongue twisters,
dont forget that it is an opium market.
And that am a flower shop.
We both are conjuring methophors 
poets conveniently forget.
We both are baptised in grief.
We both are keepers of lost things.
We don't count dusks and dawns,
We don't try to wrap our head in hope.
Our vastness is a bruise 
we press our ears into.
We speaks in tongues of salt.
We don't patronize orphaned letters.
Instead we sleep, 
taking shapes,
gulping rage.
So, 
I ask you ;
Sleep, until there is another dream.
Dream until you find a god.
Love the god, until you find a home.
May be then you will find 
how I am a burning sea,
how sea is a cold pyre.

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