The Wait

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.