I feel your presence anew each time ---
a never-ending crinkled fabric of coolness;
rushing waves in bouncy sparkle,
playfully prod to the glistening shores.
Tiny hands build castles by your bay.
You enter their world of engrossed play.
Fond messages carved onto your coast,
dissolved into neverland by a blameless splash.
An intense push onto soaked sands,
then you hold me gently in moving stillness …
The sound of your breath, a meditative tune
caresses me into a day dream.
Hidden in breezes of salt swept stories,
a heart forlorn drowns the unwanted,
where many a treasure lay buried forever
with secrets of your deep boundless spirit…
~ To the vast lively Arabian Sea at Fujairah, before it gets confined in the Arabian gulf and lets go of an unbounded persona…
a never-ending crinkled fabric of coolness;
rushing waves in bouncy sparkle,
playfully prod to the glistening shores.
Tiny hands build castles by your bay.
You enter their world of engrossed play.
Fond messages carved onto your coast,
dissolved into neverland by a blameless splash.
An intense push onto soaked sands,
then you hold me gently in moving stillness …
The sound of your breath, a meditative tune
caresses me into a day dream.
Hidden in breezes of salt swept stories,
a heart forlorn drowns the unwanted,
where many a treasure lay buried forever
with secrets of your deep boundless spirit…
~ To the vast lively Arabian Sea at Fujairah, before it gets confined in the Arabian gulf and lets go of an unbounded persona…
Hey N!
ReplyDeleteLovely poem. what a beautiful and apt description of the vastness of the sea. Really enjoyed the 'never-ending crinkled fabric of coolness' and 'bouncy sparkle' :)
Also, nice updates to the blog with labels and new pics!
Keep the posts coming!!
-VP
This pic complements your poem perfectly! :)
ReplyDelete-VP