I wait at the beach

I sit
by the sea
on a empty
morning beach
pristine
untouched
by other footsteps
yet to reach

The morning breeze
moves the waves
ever so gently
plucking up
a few drops
with every splash
every froth

It touches my face
wipes a tear
before it rises
to fill the blue sky
puckering
the flat sky
with white
fluffy dye

soon it hides
the rising sun
dark enough
to form a silver line
sea lies placid
I watch it
float away
with a piece of mine

there it moves
northbound
turning darker
and wise
watching
the thirst
and heat below
with it’s brooding eyes

As it meets
the mighty mountain
it rumbles
spews the lightening bolt
Full and dark
there is so much
in its heart
it holds

and then
when it pours it all out
with a
final scream
it flows
happily
from the mountains
fresh like a stream

I wait
at the beach
with the morning breeze
and
I feel the rain
at the mountain top
flowing down
the stream

Singing my song

Driven
by the unseen
I fall
and I rise

there is a fire
that razes
deep within
unseen otherwise

it speaks
in a silent
yet insistent
shout

I obey
irrespective
I have no choice
neither a doubt

sometime I win
sometime I lose
it’s a flip of coin
just a matter of chance

the voice within
still rants
I follow it
like a trance

I roll
along the slope
on a set path
tumbling along

Happy on a turn
and sad at the other
yet always
singing my song

The science of things

What was your favorite subject in school?

Mine was Science

Yes. You heard it right.

Well maybe not the numericals and the maths of it. But the concept and the grandeur of it.

The understanding that everything was governed by a law. A law, devised for our mind to explain things. Beyond those defined laws, was of course, the divine.

Also, the little things which eyes couldn’t see or the gargantuan heavenly things which mind couldn’t conceive.

I liked the way how certain imaginations became a definition of the way all things worked.

I would daydream and relate the theories with life and relationships.

Of friendship and relations.

Some of these wild thoughts I wrote about, some of them are still reverberating in the alleys of my mind. Someday they will form a song and play out.

I will wait