Island; Seeker And Solace

Simple strips,

Some woods and shrubs.

Deserted or inhabited,

Explored or not.

Islands,

They have a certain character,

A saintly serenity.

it is there like a sage, ever waiting

To embrace those lost sailors 

Coming washed ashore.

An isle of hope

A solace to swim to at deluge

Imagine a solitary tree in an arid stretch

Upon which the birds flock in and 

Gleefully chirp their long

Tales of woes away.

Just as much as the birds yearn

For a wood in a long flight

A Tree too longs for such a pleasant

Breach in its solitary penance. 

It is a seeker as well a solace

Just as everyone
Is an island
In their own right.

Arun M Sivakrishna