Friday, January 8, 2016

Dusk on the Arabian Sea


Sometimes, just sometimes, you want to be left alone to your thoughts.
Sometimes it's not love you want, but the wondrous sight of dusk at sea. 
In those times, all else seems to stop existing around you.
All that is alive is the sand, the sun, and ripples of the ocean.

Sometimes you don't want to go with the flow, or stand against the tide.
Sometimes, just sometimes, you want to stand by and watch the raging waves.
You want to be swept away by the wind but stay rooted to a speck of the earth.
You want to stop moving and listen to the sounds of what's past and what is to come.

In these moments, you cease to be you and float above
To discover, you are the world, and the world is you.
You are the cool of the breeze and the pink of the setting sun.
You are the salt in the water, the voice of the places you have been.

Stranger tides may have tossed you ashore,
But here you are today.
The water is calling, the sun inviting,
Dive in and find out what lies deep within.

Because in this moment, you are you.
And nobody can take this away from you.
Savour the sensation, for it won't last
Neither will the world, and nor will you.




7 comments:

Gk said...

Beautiful :)

Gk said...

Beautiful :)

umashankar said...

I felt your poem trough and through. We all have those moments. The video clip was not needed but is perfect.

Amit Agarwal said...

Very beautiful and deep..!

Mahima Kohli said...

@Gk - Thank you :)

@Umashankar - Thank you so much :) The video in fact was the inspiration behind this poem. I was too taken by the beauty of that moment, so I took a video. Watching the video helped me relive the moment and pen it down :) Also, it's my first ever self-made video on this blog, so I am kinda excited about it.

@Amit sir - Thank you. So glad you like it!

Rahul Gaba said...

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are! :)

Rupashri Bardhan said...

Mahima, the poem "Dusk on Arabian Sea" was a good read. I like the way your thoughts and ideas have flown from the word to word, line by line and stanza by stanza. The personification of the Arabian Sea as a grand but mere mortal is great.