I have seen you first when I was So young and still do remember, The shock I had and that short pause, Resuming soon, shouting higher! You came as many waves small and big, Touched me, caressed me and teased me. You rushed me back; I felt like a twig Driven by wind, rejected were all its plea. The endless expanse of something, Brings that stillness in anyone first, Because of their limitation that brings That awareness that emerges best. I can't just forget that day when my Eyes were dry as I saw one of my Beloveds in a pot in pale ash form. You took that with an eerie calm. After years, I came back to you, This time with my little one who Behaved like me and rushed to you. I didn't know what to do then. Do you?
brought back those wonderful memories of playing in the beach, dodging the waves, leaving the garland to water as a sign of beginning of a new life and finally the pot of ash being washed and then the life starts again.... beautiful one
RGS There is a custom in my native that Newly married couples take bath in the sea holding each other hands tightly and then go the temple to worship the God.when a woman become a widow ,she goes to the same sea dip herself in the sea water and go inside the temple. After this custom only she is allowed to come out of the house.Even now it is followed in our district. when I read your poem these came into my mind.sorry for the long reply
Thanks Jskls, for your appreciation and a nice feedback. This is my personal experience as well and am sure many readers like you might have similar or greater ones. -rgs
Thanks for the information Periamma. Its news to me. Besides, I see that the sea here is associated as a well-wisher and a witness. One thing I want to say here - I long for feedback, so won't complain if its big. On the other hand, I'll be happy too. Thanks. -rgs
Dear @rgsrinivasan , Meeting the sea for the first time as a child, and remembering its part in our happy and not that happy moments of our life.. Your poem touches every ones life like sea. Enjoyed!
Thaks Suryakala Madam, for your appreciation and like and an apt feedback. There is also a minor undercurrent here: The seer [myself] also gets his own myth shattered. his life is finite. Earlier, he saw himself with the sea. Now, that is changed and he only wonders how long will it be, before his turn comes. -rgs
