by Rishik Menon
(Based on Jeff Buckley's rendition of "I know its over")
Oh I know that you feel it, ma. the soil falls over your head.
And believe me, cause I feel it, ma. the soil falling over my head.
All we do is remember.
Cause there is
nothing
else,
that we can
hope for.
Did you see how low the tide was amma? Its a walk I wont forget.
And we took this in our stride, so far. But I dont want to forget.
We havent gone that far from her.
But im
drawn
to the soil
to get wet.
And the youth can stand strong so far.
But the youth cant forget.
And we let it go.
And we feel the cold.
And were bare, both our bodies our soul.
But why do we hear her? Because we didnt let go. No, we know. Were not that strong.
We walked to your beach, amma. Its like all that you said.
We washed in the sea, under the stars which had left.
And its frozen.
and the sea has withdrawn from the cold.
And this fire.
This fire it wont let me know. Know. when this is over. oh.
no. no, never.
never. we never fold.
And its pouring.
In this empty, between this and that.
And we're walking.
this tide, that i did not expect.
Its so far between. Its so lonely.
This sand's not clean.
But unholy?
Was that what you said?
'tween the sea and the embers. this landscape is cold.
and its shallow.
and this fire. this fire wont know.
let me know.
will I ever know.. know.
when this is over.
