Sunday, 13 August 2017

WAVES


I said to the red sky…
I am not tired of counting the waves of the sea,
Rather,
I match my waves with the roaring numerous tides of it,
The evening sky then nodded its head,
And agreed with me,
Standing near the saline water,
I observed the waves
Coming to me ,
Touching me,
Enticing me,
Cuddling me,
When I start loving it ,enjoying its stroke,
Then the ebb abruptly departs,
I silently wait and watch its next motion,
Which then comes and dampens me ferociously,
Than the previous encounter,
The silken sand beneath my feet is,
Giving me an exhilarating feeling,
Slowing slipping from my grip to the vast sea,
The velvety touch is giving me bumps,
I wish now , the sensuous sensation to stay
little longer, as palpitation is pleasurable,
But ….
The waves don’t wait,
And it disappear to merge with the sea.

2 comments:

  1. On the eve of the sacred Janmasthami I wish you to be a great poetess by the grace of my master Kanha.

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