Saturday, 9 June 2012


I stand still on a rock, my rock

And watch the roaring sea

Reaching out to me

To reclaim and drench my soul.

The sea is just the opposite of me:

Calm in its depths and clamorous outside.

I stare at the clouds

Both within and in the sky

As they change shapes and moods:

Now a king, then a horse

And finally a hatted witch

Alluring small kids

With her trickster candy floss.

I look at the light-house

Standing witness to and guiding

Ships and boats till miles

Through its white beams

Fading into barely discernible plumes.

I see the fishing boats

Returning from a crimson sunset

White gulls meandering around

Like bees on honey-pots.

I see the crabs camouflaged

And tentacled to the slippery rocks.

And then…

Through the salty atomized vapour

I see her; yes, her.

The hem of her long yellow dress

Playing wantonly with the wetness of the sea.

I see me, boyish and breathless

Walking beside her

To the small boat half buried in the sand.

We upright the boat

Drag it into the water

And whilst it still tosses, like my heart

I lift her up and put her on the seat

And yank me up to the seat opposite her

And row the boat

Into the fading evening twilight.

Resting my oars

I look into her eyes

Ah, those kohl eyes

Of the fiery gypsy

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Who stole my heart and left me

To be with her affable Escamillo.

Like an oar less dingy

I pitch and am adrift at sea

Of my precocious desires;

Wanting to live

And longing to die.

Kill me………Carmen.


  1. I can almost hear the waves...Lovely! :D

    1. Thanks. I hope the transformation of Don Jose' from Corporal of Dragoons into a navy man didn't escape your scrutiny

  2. beautifully done :) loved it

    1. I knew you would and that's why I tagged you. It has been a long time since we interacted. Thanks

  3. Such sublime writing! You weaved magic through your words and painted a picture so serene!

    “I stare at the clouds Both within and in the sky” – Beautiful words! Was a pleasure reading this one! :)

    1. Thank you. A poem is an expression or cry of the heart. I am glad you liked it.

  4. ...that it was absolutely beautiful is proven by the fact that it left me wanting for more in spite of its fair, Ravi, awesome!:)

    1. Thank you for your encouragement. I never miss out reading your Safarnaamaa. You have a flair for poems that I simply adore.

  5. sigh...sweetly simple and simply sweet...

    1. Thank you. But, it may not be as simple: instead of me killing Carmen, in a twist from the tragi-comique opera, I am asking her to kill me.


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