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Irrigating Imagination

In a far away land on the far side of the ocean,
A little island with coconut plantation,
Invited debut as I stuck in the seas,
Amidst turbulent storms and bustling trees.

I stood silent, arms crossed,

Beginning to doubt, motion engrossed,
As I took to the far away sight,
A real plight toyed in my mind arousing great might.

One step a time, scattering pebbles,

Raised a flag draped in red and black,
Without much hurry cut some slack,
Towards a danger signal could bring rescue forces back.

My home was far off in the tropical zone,

I lay alone in the sands all on my own,
Spread the mast, replaced a cushion,
With a traveler's bag, fragile in condition.

A pack of cookies crumbled inside,

Spotted with glee as my eyes shone bright,
Recovered vitality nourished by essential carbohydrates,
Slowly moved into denser realms that opened gates.

It was a thick deserted forest,

Smelt dismally of coconut fruit and date.
I gazed hopelessly at food so near,
Out of my reach, guiding fear.

Dusk had set in, the birds stopped to chirp,

I stared at the waters emanating a noisy burp.
Water water everywhere, not a drop to drink,
Coleridge and Gulliver come along, disappear with a blink.

A last few drops of sparkling strawberry lemonade,

Trickled inside my dry mouth, wetting my tongue inside out,
Now hunger had raged in, I began to scream,
Someone come to my aid, it can't be that horrible a dream.

Suddenly in the vicinity, I heard a crackling noise,

Clearly someone was rubbing against the bush having heard my voice,
A tall white girl paced towards me,
Wearing a smile that melted into the flaming sea.

Ah, never will I forget the warm touch of her hands,

That patted my shoulder and introduced me to the all-new sands,
Switching colors from yellow and green,
To the emerald seas that now so loved to be seen.

My new companion, she lived far away,

The island, she called home during her short adventurous stay.
Similar was her story except she got kidnapped,
By a group of sea pirates and a ransom they'd slapped.

The Sea Police constantly investigated,

Every week they dropped by and waited,
She cautiously hid herself behind the rocks,
In case she escaped their search, so they left behind food stocks.

Three weeks had passed but she loved the place as much,

To call it her new abode and the caves as such.
We built castles in the sand, walked hand in hand,
Till we exhausted ourselves of the glancing sand.

It had been two weeks we were together,

Built ties we'd never sever,
Finally the time had come to abandon the desolate island,
Packed my bags and moved gradually towards the rand.

This time the Sea Police made no mistake,

Confirmed our identities so we were not fake.
Boated our way back to the Savannah,
That was the last I saw Hannah.

It's been twenty years since,

I searched madly in the subway trains and busy crowds,
Every moment of insanity I tried to mince,
I'd never found something as beautiful like a fairy tale it sounds.

Stranger land, an even stranger girl she was,

Tomorrow, I don't know where I'll be 'cause,
I have to live on lift one burden each day,
The shoulder she'd patted now awaited support, so I knew I had to stay.

Comments

Anu said…
I liked the way you made the second one sound contemporary although the style is ancient.
Starchild.Maria said…
It's incredibly pretty!
Unknown said…
Very nice,really enjoyed this one.

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