The Blue Deep

    To live is to be intrigued

    By moments that pass by

    And creatures that die

    By multitude of meanings 

    And the bends of your own soul,

    To live is sometimes to be a speck of paradox

    In this universe of set truth.

    My body often pretends to be something it's not

    The soul never follows its paths.

    The soul has a soul of its own

    With a strong voice that echoes back inside the parched bowls of existence.

    It never masks itself and continues to live.

    The body feigns, and easily tires itself.

    Pretensions are tiring while bends let loose

    The real captives, pieces of the soul unchained.

    My fierce soul sometimes breaks down

    But gets up on its own to its blue dawns

    Giving and forgiving, but never forgetting

    The light that lies beneath every dusk.

    I stand before the sea 

    The sea mirrors my soul with all its waves and tides 

    My body pretends to love it, but it doesn't.

    Because it doesn't like to see its own reflection 

    For fear of truths exposed, it hesitates to give in

    Takes quick glances and leaves and rarely comes back.

    Meanwhile, my soul is struck knee deep at the sight of the blue deep.

    It drowns in the sea's currents that gift it a second birth

    When the waves hold hands with my soul, 

    It sprints to the touch of its long lost colours.

    Unlike my body that shells itself up for the world,

    My soul wears its heart on its sleeve.

    - Vinaya Mary 

       19.11.24