SEA SHELLS

I was not there 
where you are. 
Non-stop travel, half the world 
to meet you. 

Outdoors alone in my homeless home 
tonight I will talk to you in sleep 
from the smoking hurts. 

Trespassing the forbidden line 
to the drowned boat, 
I am opening the dark sails. 

Hope and the sea 
apprenticed to pluck the shells 
from the eyes, I am wandering on beach.

Satish Verma