The Arrow

March 20, 2014 § Leave a comment

The arrow
darted through the night sky
snatching whispers
out of story books.
Only to fall upon
barren lands
once poisoned by the sea.
The moon
had personally requested
a shadowless space
for mirroring thought,
but the currents of time
brought with it
dust,
yellowing sand,
reddening mud.
And the sallow wind that failed the arrow
blew
into the minds of many,
into the nostril of a dragon
as it raised its belly off the aching earth
and pounced
onto the face of a new day.

Bombay Blue-Rocks

September 12, 2012 § 4 Comments

An experiment in flight –

a scurry of seeds,
and birds and men.

Light hurries;
the sea pulls away
as another landed frenzy resumes.

July 12, 2012 § 2 Comments

With a rainbow crawling down their backs, beams of cloud melt unto themselves.

I had never witnessed the sun set on the sea, never seen it gently pull its light away.

From lands I know, the sun and the sea are inseparable. Like many lovers, the end of a weary day calls for their unison to watch a display of light whose fading reveals a patterned course of lost stars. I extend my mind’s eye to watch them embrace tomorrow, where the horizon is the entire sky.

May 23, 2012 § 11 Comments

I wish I could give you the sound of the sea, not sealed inside a shell. The grand power with which it conducts its frothing waves that struggle to burst forth all at once, but are victims of melody. The silence you hear when it holds its breath in anticipation of lightly toeing the sand, the only moment when it is mere and vulnerable. The sounds that it permits the wind to carry, and those that it keeps close, drawing you nearer. The heaving of the tides, the spilling of the waves onto lands littered with crab-holes that travel deep into places you cannot traverse without holding tightly to the roots of palms. The same sea that through eyes of many, travels to plains that become deserts, that become mountains, that hold snow that greets clouds who dust it through skies bereft of rain that has already fallen on your outstretched hand; I take it in mine.

April 12, 2012 § 2 Comments

Shivers down the earth’s spine send tremors up the mountains.

Clinging to the sides of a hill seems easier when such waves are secondary, but they still wash over us, enrapturing us with their movements and connecting us to the sea and the world below.

Rivers of grey flow through the heavens as the sun struggles to colour the end of another worrisome day.

December 18, 2009 § 3 Comments

There is always a silence between the rolling of each wave as it lashes itself upon the land. It is amidst this silence that we each dream to find ourselves. It is amidst such silence that every laugh and smile and sigh, and shout and scream and cry find colour and meaning. It is within such silence that the world chooses to breathe. The essential beauty of every life is to be found here – between the waves, in the soul of the sea.

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