Where the sea lions cough

(wrote yesterday looking for a memory that keeps cutting deeper and deeper)

Walk in the night when the world sleeps
The spirits again moving across the space
Piercing the silence, painting the sky a cloudy white
When lovers walk hand in hand forgetting the day's chores

Sit opposite the barbed wire listening to roaring hungry lions
Water disturbed by sounds and airy movements reflecting the glimmer of manly lights
Cool winds fan the fiery spirits shivering the body
Meditate on the coming morning when it will all be hue and cry again

Fly over the bay like a seagull attracted by sea lions' roar
Staring into the depths of oceanic vast richness
The rainbow of moon's light over the moving clouds
Calming the senses, reassuring the night that the darkness would soon give way

Listen to the familiar call of heart's calling
Expecting to solve the mystery of it's desires
Who made the first move that caused the turbulence at this scale
When was the crime committed and how long the scathing punishment would last

To think the maths behind it - if one is other follows
Moving the fingers symptomatic of lively consciousness
Living a life full of rich meaninglessness
As long as the one with the strength of giving it meaning hides behind the cursed veil

The words and meanings shake the inner lonely turbulence
Wishing that the sky would soon fall crushing everything beneath
The show is addictive and hypnotises your countenance
Still the saying goes - shudhosi, budhosi, niranjanosi