ON THE SEASHORE

On the shore it’s a collage of so many
things that give you the feel of life vital:
as the wind touches you, seraphs
whisper into the ears those bird -songs
that tuned the leaves of our heart
in the noon of our hyper lungs' meet ;
the strands of those sand grains 
that kissed her sticky feet, flashing
like lightning of love in abandon
in a desire deep to drown the body
in the tides of an invisible Tsunami already on.

As I see you here , a lotus blooms in my heart
chimes ring in the sanctorum of sea shells
million conchs sound to echo my old love
puffing the sails of boats on return in the sea;
putting gloss to the orange lips of the sun ;
inciting horses and camels to a quicker run
and demolish the dunes of golden pretension.

As the night walks in nearer whispering louder
nymphs foist our feet in some quicksands
on the sprawling shore while we look amazed
at balloons dancing, bursting, spools in swing
wheels of bamboo flakes rotating, and fun-bubbles
blown from mouths of little children at play, flying
into the air to a height, falling and then missing
for all time like unexplorable gems on the floor of the sea.

Copyrighted : Saroj Kumar Padhi