The lost sea

Lasttime when I cared for my dry corner within, I portrayed a sea with its patheticity and richness,its language and stillness,its turbulence and pace,its saline touch with enumerous messages to dilute my own salinity,its reasonings and milkiness, the tide ebb pulling grimace from the ground and pushing back hopes in every next come,its swirly wavelets that resemble our little fancies which come and go in one fell swoop and a picture of a giant pot in the womb of earth that contains the depth of emotions dissolved in its blueness. Sea and its features are vivant enough to be referred to any of our fragments or moods : it would absorb and replenish all in it in the way we want.

I had a chance to go ashore and mollify the blue colossus , listen to its whispers and capture some surreal imagery to give a push to my pen to swing like its waves. The poetry in its company drenched my veins to make alive the heart of a writer and soul of a rhythmic poet asif sea beseeching to get written,get heard to and seen again with a different eye. For the sea,that eases my blues ,accompanies my days,makes stories and shares them in the lullaby,here are some lines I felt should be written…..

 

In one cold sweep comes

the pure soul of the sea,

In its return takes away

sand itching our feet.

Blended dismays and all our woes

Goes in the gulp of saline stow.

 

 

Again runs to drag in the remains.

Made a  saccharine blush  touching our veins.

Rushing towards the receding carpet wet,

Kids got a pamper by the jumping wavelets.

 

In the golden sand was their castle of hope.

Hanging shells for the dreams to dope

Longing to have one,once in real

A setback, a push  but broke an upheaval……………

 

That day they cried,adding salt to the sea.

To exchange for what it took and plea.

But it came again as a thin lean frill,

Bedraggling their feet for more to swill.

 

This time they shouted and made a chase.

Thrashing it and bashing it with all their pace.

Assured,when they turned back,

It got a chance again to thwack.

 

Wet were they,swinging were they

On the loft of waves and sponge of clay

They were laughing though lose their game

With a tinge of grief but grief looked lame.

 

Flaunts daily the buddies it make.

Drinks their sorrow,repeats the words unsaid.

Tries to be in the soulful palm of theirs.

Is pulled back everytime with unfelt desires.

 

A little sunshine and a tinge moonlight

Reflects its smile and glitters of delight.

The lullaby,the stories ,the mischieves and the play.

Ready is the sea whenever is today.

 

Nature ties a bond in the form of an unseen instinct within every human being who wants to desire and has fidelity in himself. She has her angelic fragments everywhere around us ,be it pale moon or the shimmering stars or the old tree in your backyard or it may be the dancing humming bird that comes to your garden every morning  which you noticed few days before. For me , this time it was a lively sea whom I wished to hold

Tight in my arms but everytime was left with the wet sand whose loose grains werestill dancing even when it was pulled back…………….

 

Reviews

[katyj]

so powerful and deep. so much in this, ever so emotional.