Towards the rise

I started walking towards you,

With the shore guiding me.

Yet, you were elusive.

Fading into distance with every step.

The lonely carts, the deserted stalls,

The row of boats on the farther end,

The flock of birds in the morning wind,

We waited together, all of us,

patient, with your hymn.

Drowning within,

searching our own depths.

Sinking, resurfacing, reminiscing,

In your presence.

To witness this miracle,

To see your kin rise,

The distant and vivid hues ,She paints.

I lose myself and find me again,

Only to be a different person.

No, it doesn’t end.

For, I visit you, every now and then,

Only to lose myself, all over again.