The Bloody Sky, The Raging Sea (Together) by Shivangi Mishra

The sky must have been a gram heavier than dreams,

In glorious blue, it did not turn bloody,

Today is a dream that turns out to be grams heavier than the sea.

 

Sebastian Faulks chose to sing for the birds,

While his birds forgoed the entreaty,

And let rains fall on inches, not grams. 

 

Should the clock needle presage rough snow, 

A lone leaf fluttering in the wild winter wind be caressed, 

Survival for wristwatches still ticking underneath the sea-soil. 

 

Today evening, underneath the mild serene haze of Octobers in await,

I sight godsent silhouettes that keep marching till the point of convergence with rising suns,

Only to return at quarter to seven, a blazing resurgence within the gigantic yellow tinted clock.

 

What lingers within, pervades the bulge in the nerves,

If there be thunder and storm,

The bloody sky holds on, while the demure sea rages,

 

Together.

About the Poet:

Shivangi Mishra is currently pursuing masters in law at Jamia Millia Islamia University, New Delhi, India. Her writings feature in Adelaide Literary Magazine, The Hindu, Madras Courier, The Chakkar: An Indian Arts Review, Society of International Law and Policy, Law School Policy Review and Kautilya Society, etc.