The SEA

Hey, fellow traveller.
Collapse. As I have. For there is no sea. It is only the mirage of a sea.
Do not get fooled by the sea in the conch. The conch of desert is not lying.
Yes there was a sea once in these yellow dunes. Blue as the sky is.
But today there is no sea. There is only the mirage of a sea.

Once I too believed there was a sea. I too travelled hard like you.
But I was betrayed by hope. As there is only the mirage of a sea.
Fall down brother, your legs are pleading to you, your skin is tearing you.
The heat of your will cannot conquer the deserts rage.
There is nothing you can do except to fall. As there is only the mirage of a sea.

There is no depths in that sea, no hidden treasure, no pearls,
There is nothing that would come to solace you in her lair. It is only a mirage of your sea.
Break hard. O, hope in those eyes, learn it from me; it is better to die in despair than in hope.
Even this wind is chanting of the barren lands which lay in front of you. But you are stirring.
You are going to walk again. O what a fool! It is only a mirage of your sea.

Dear brother,
You called me by my name. Traveller. A passion which equals beauty is everyone’s prayer.
And mine is this journey. Journey to this sea. And all I need is the mirage of the sea.
I can not collapse. The conch has been my compass, its sound my peace.
It is this journey that quenches my thirst. And all I need is the mirage of the sea.
Hope can’t betray you. Only you can betray hope. My will is not afraid of failure,
Know it from me; I live in a world where failure is feasible.
But, Doubt of failure can’t poison my veins. My skin will bear, my legs will pardon.
For they know what this travel is. What this traveller is.
To fall is for people like you who want the sea; all I need is the mirage of the sea.

Treasure you say, depths and pearls. I wish I could understand their meaning as you do.
You never reached the sea, how do you know about the solace her lair gives?
No, I will not break. I would rather die in hope than in despair.
Every pulse of my being would trumpet back to the chanting wind,
That all I need is the mirage of a sea.

Behold,
THE SEA.