Latitudes of Longing

by Shubhangi Swarup

Only a fool would consider the shores of continents, sandbanks, and parched patches the ends to the unbroken surface of water. At best, they are breaks and pauses. Or mindless chatter. Islands are mindless chatter in a meditative ocean.

Sitting in the garden, watching a hibiscus sun set over an emerald-green archipelago, leaves the couple unsettled. It forces them to swim in the solitary world of thoughts, preoccupations, and visions. Yet it doesn’t feel lonely.

“The most dangerous criminals are those who inspire others to commit crimes yet themselves stand back and watch,”

The Poet was flooded with inspiration, for nothing inspired him more than injustice. But he was helpless without pen and paper.

Disbelief, it turns out, is belief of its own kind.