Sunk In The Ocean Of Blood


As I walked into the tavern

All eyes are on me just staring

Maybe I am hallucinating 

Of people scary drunk.

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


Tonight I walked in like before

But this time no one holds my fist tight

This time I don't feel the warmth 

This time I don't hear any heart beating.

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


I walked in to be regular now

Who once was not much often

All would be up for a celebration 

Now it's up to mark up the contrast that is terrible.

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


Steps marched and walked in 

A perplexed bartender questions me

To which I have no answer 

Wish they read my eyes for I am numb.

Sunk in the ocean of blood.



Walking forth me all dead and alive

Stopping by the single chair as despondent as me

Not sure if its ends or the beginning 

Knotted in the loop of the lemniscate.

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


Walking towards the adversity that seems absent

Unaware of who I am or who I used to be

All at pause and the colors are monochromatic 

I wonder if I ever will

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


And when I realize I am already drowning

I was the ship that once lost and now sunk deep fathom

Smoking underwater trying to cope in  

For the loss that it has caused me to

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


Casualties causing penalties that can't be paid back

And that's a lame life law 

If only I could join rather walking into the Tavern

To sing the song she would sing before I

Sunk in the ocean of blood. 


He presents the glass on my table 

And I stare at not knowing what 

Those drunk men yet not convinced of the gray man turning blue

Their eyes doing the talking. 

Sunk in the ocean of blood.

 

Now the layer feels so indifferent 

Much thinner much less dense

Maybe it lacked the bliss it had once

The cheer it was used to is now all silently

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


The roots are now of a different cause

The glass of wine was as Perplexed as me

Maybe I should stand up and go

But I am numb still paralyzed 

Sunk in the ocean of blood.

 

As I walked into the Tavern

And she is an illusion of the reality

I could not drink a drop as I left it untouched

It's not the same as I drown red

Sunk in the ocean of blood.


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Surjendra Das
Farakka, West Bengal, India
Pen Name - Rudyard Jostle and Currently an Author who is among top 100 debut Indian authors 2018-19 as per a survey by Literature Lights Publishing. I write books to share my ideas to the world, usually in forms of poems. Read books authored by me namely Eloquency and The Ornate Words Of Oblivion. Also make sure to check books co-authored by me which includes The Stream Of Words And You, Coffee And Echoes, Ashes, Note To Self, The Black .

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