The waves break into calamity and madness
browsing haphazardly
even conspiring
at times though, cleansing
at times, meditating
but now most are
broken dream days
scrambling left overs into awkwardness days
currents dodging archaeology days
hiding behind log, rock and coral days
This is when
the sky lullabies these calligraphies as solace
tugging the world to sleep
and perhaps
who knows
this is when
this is when
they’ll leave the ocean behind
Inosha Ijaz
this nothingness 