A walk on the beach

The moon is newly born in the horizon,

Crescent and pink.

she sheds her pearly gossamer shawl,

which falls soft and quite towards the ocean,

Like a silent cry for a love lost,

That no one hears.

And see how the ocean rises.

Against gravity,

Carrying with it, a universe inside.

Starfishes and whales,

Sea anemones and sunken ships;

Dead sailors and seafarers,

Countless stories of heartbreaks.

Many journey cut short,

Submerged empires within it.

“ Look how beautifully the wave crashes!”

A woman standing nearby cries out to her lover,

Her feet sunk deep in the sandy ocean shore,

Her hand and her heart warmly cocooned in her lovers palm.

And as they face the horizon,

Where the moon is rising

And watch the frothing white waves against the rocks.

I could only see the ocean;

It’s wretched soul, a colossal graveyard.

Chained by the curses of widows of the drowned sailors.

Roaring with anguish of being torn by the rocks,

From eternity till eternity,

Rising to the silent call of his lost love,

Only to crash back into them.

- The Warrior Poetess
( Got an urge to pen these thoughts down after an evening stroll in the beach. The work I post here are usually first drafts. )