Silhouette

A hazy silhouette in a drowning sun
On a decrepit boat amidst roaring waves
Hurt from storms and nostalgic winds
For rushing to home, its heart craves

Yet the hands don’t feel the urge
And the body doesn’t twist in the despair of inaction
Instead, a random shallow feeling haunts the mind
Monotony of getting stuck since inception

Duration makes you restless, if you are restless
Else it makes you too comfortable, too lazy
For him, everything started losing its meaning
A cadaverous mind became even more sleazy

Nihilistic thoughts under myriad obligations
Moments that goaded him to the choice of desertion
Of everything he owned or believed he would
He left for the sake of an unknown gratification...