Dream it has been
A long deep dream,
To take a good bath in that azure sea before me.
That blue perennial vastness has always been a friend,
Murmuring soothing things in my ears,
Never forsaking me even in my sleep;
I always waited to have my bath.
What are you waiting for ?
Many a times my blue friend would ask,
I always gave the same answer-
"Me waiting for the waves to subside"
With a greater blast of waves the sea would recede.
Years rolled by-
My wait never ended,
I saw with wide eyes-Chinnu and Minnu born decades later-
wade through the length and breadth of my blue friend.
My friend is no more a friend now
Sarcasm seems to rule his every glance-
"A watcher on the shore can never be a swimmer
Or ever bathe in the vast sea" - he says
"You were born to wait and watch and die!"
Faith is the thread of all relationship'
People who wait for waves to subside can never be a friend of the sea.
I learned it the hard way .
Helplessly I watch Chinnu and Minnu march into the seas with their grand kids.