Yonder, a rudderless boat blobs up and down
As the sunshine tears through
the fog-draped dreary sky
And blazes in a flurry of gold ribbons.
The blue breaks into the grey
As the brown silhouettes of marshy trees
frame the distant horizon
where the sky meets the sea.
Seagulls on wings conduct an impromptu orchestration
Their plaintive calls, a prologue to sweet surrender!
The caring crests caress her fingers
as the gentle breeze envelops Baawri in a comforting hug.
Rock in the ebb and flow of the tide
And make time standstill.
The ripples on the waves
map the wrinkles
on the aging skin of love
The kiss of the salty sea lingers on her cheeks.
Baawri pauses for a brief while
Then moves on...
SG
No comments:
Post a Comment