The howling wind on my face,
strong and wet, with water chill..
The roaring sea, thrashing and wild..
On a seashore rock, I stood still…
Nature there, doing what I couldn’t,
an extension I felt… A part of me..
Or have I turned, inside out,
my heart out there and the sea in me?..
The wind wailing, my heart’s cry..
My desires suppressed, frustrations hidden,
anger, pain and all unexpressed,
gushing out, all of a sudden…
The sea splashing, wetting my face,
with water salty, my unshed tears..
The drizzle cold, cleansing my soul,
washing off, my untold fears…
My heart to me, nature held bare,
yet on that rock, I stood still..
I wanted to, but, couldn’t connect..
I tried and failed, my heart to spill…
The sun was blocked, as if joy denied,
just dark clouds, there I saw,
gloomy and rumbling, with thunderous roars..
How so evident, the anger raw!!..
And in between, those flashes of rage,
at all in sight and nothing at all..
Lashing out, like a blind man’s whip,
pity those, on whom it fall…
Then on struck, at my feet..
A flash, and then, I was airborne..
I felt very light, even within,
so calm., so pure.. As if reborn…
The wind carried me, in his arms,
and placed gently, on the now calm sea..
She covered me, with watery sheets
and in her bossom, I felt free…
And there I lay, cuddled up to her,
with burdens nil, my heart at ease..
Nature thus, granted my wish,
and there at last, I was at peace…