Waves

It's the silence that has stitched my lips

Ever since my world has come to a standstill

I raise my window shade to look outside

Far beyond what obstructs my sight

Is a paradise that I created

With landforms and birds I've never met in my life

Colours and creatures new to the eye

What's missing is the ocean and the way it yells

The one I met from when I was in Kerala

On it's coast with it's waves and it's dark blue depths

Rising like an obelisk to towering heights

And I, with my hands crossed behind my back

As its shadow, standing on a fortress

The wave then recoiling back inside

But I lingered until I saw the next one rise.

Those sounds still echo inside my ears

During times of umpteen silence

I make them revisit me, in false reunion

As if I were a conductor on a stage

Of the orchestra of those waves

Making them perform, not with the motion of my hands, but with the fixed vision of my eyes

Appreciating it's sight, it's existence

It's music, is what I yearn

Today, in my world.