Sea holds a great fascination for me: some times tranquil, sometimes serene, sometimes strong, sometimes deep, stretching far into horizon, caring, caressing my feet; Sea holds...
The Calm and the Turbulent Sea
The tranquil seaSends rippling waves
To kiss the virgin shore,
To caress it gently,
And come back presently...
But never satisfied
They come right back again,
Again and again
Going farther and farther,
Rising higher and higher,
Till on a moonlit night
They reach orgasmic heights,
Only to crash against the rocks
To beat against the cliffs,
And whip-up a frenzied storm
Till they are thoroughly
Shattered and smashed,
But completely satisfied and quenched...
The sea, thoroughly exhausted,
Calms down, and for days
Lies in delicious slumber
Tranquil and serene,
As if it's never been,
That troubled, that keen...
With all the passionate tumults,
Buried deep within...
But sometimes in its wake,
It leaves behind a precious pearl
For the beloved shore...
Author: Zoya Zaidi
Aligarh (UP), India
Copyright©: Zoya Zaidi
Poetry by Zoya Zaidi
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Written on 2005-12-14 at 03:14
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