By the sea...

By the sea...

A Poem by anirudh_P
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the seaside laced with the memory of someone.

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By The Sea…


I head read my sermons, and outside I gazed.

A busy fish market that faded in the city walls.

Most sold fishes in their stalls,

Some quarrelled over their unsettled business.

Sea gulls perched on the coconut trees,

Their occasional cries and an empty fishing net.

The fishes had their day, birds their nests.

People were in a hurry, they moved on.

Soon, the market place was empty, apart

From a fish or two on cobblestone steps,

Already dead, shivering and deserted.

The sun was silent and peaceful.

When it dived into the sea, it left behind

An inferno blazing in the sky, it lasted

Through the dusk, till the twilight.

Over the city walls, the lamps were lit.

And a bell ringing in the Shiva temple.

Outside, the beggars counted their alms.

Where I stood was the union of this great,

Myriad city and the majestic grey sea,

Two different worlds, yet in harmony.

The sea was climbing on the shore,

With every retreat , promised a greater forece.

Every now a wave would jump higher,

And another would break into a foamy residue.

A lighthouse distant in the sea, it flashed

A spec of light one would surely miss.

Two lovers walked along the shore,

Prodded on coconut shells, torn nets

And leaves brought back by the sea.

It got dark, the city slept, the sea darker still.

It had climbed over the cobblestone steps,

Washed away the dead fish, too late.

The starry sky, and the cool breeze soothed,

The waves got calm, my soul nostalgic.

Evoked a memory, vague, yet latched to it,

A feeling, chaste, in remembrance of a soul.

That soul, an unfathomable deep, mystic.

Mystic because he left only this one,

Just this one memory by the sea…

That day, the world, for me,  stood

Without dimension, empty as a coconut shell.

The mind did saunter beyond the horizon,

Yet my soul, it wished to stay back,

Coled in the confinement of this chassis.

I was torn apart, without identity.

A mind, a body, a soul,

The sea, the dead fish, the broken wave.

 

 

© 2014 anirudh_P


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Added on July 31, 2014
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