A distant memory keeps calling me,
it keeps reminding me,
about a dream on lease
a dream of seas.
Seas meeting at one point,
not one, two or three,
but millions and countless
each one representing me
Each one colored differently,
each one having differences,
each one contradicting the other,
each one filling the same container.
But I can’t imagine the dimensions
dimensions of the container,
still I am sure it isn’t huge
it is small albeit can’t be filled
A distant memory keeps calling me,
It keeps reminding me,
about a dream on lease,
A dream trying to appease.
~Divyanshu Sharma