She is like an ocean,
white as foam.
The moment she sees me,
She roars in joy.
She rushes towards me along with the wind,
piercing me with her fragrance and presence.
Her white arms branches out
as she sees me waiting for her.
She wishes to clasp me tight,
the way waves clasp one another.
She soaks me with love,
she damps me with joy…
coating me in several colours
the way sands change colour
from brown to grey to white,
when they meet jovial waves.
She is so beautiful,
she looks different at different times.
Seems nature paints her in different strokes
and she reflects the light of life.
Meeting her gives me solace
And yet at the same time unfamiliar restlessness follows.
When she is around,
live symphony plays.
Flora and fauna are no more recluse,
in her bosom I seek refuse
and she reminds me of my mother.
She kisses and mouths new lease of life within.
When she welters in her life, she airbrushes
and returns back to what she calls abyss.
I am as well left in the abyss.
When I grouse,
she rises as tide and creates ripples,
‘I will meet you again.’
I know she loves me
yet I wish, I was dune.
I would sit there, gaze her.
Even tempt her, tease her
to reach up to me to meet
and then retreat to meet again.
My mind acts as seaweeds,
stops me to ebb away to her.
The lighthouse beams suggests,
it’s time for me to return to my world.
To a strange shore without the girl
who is like an ocean.
© Kumar Gautam