It rises as waves, this longing
Waves that rise with anticipation and crash with disappointment
And withdraw into the heart of the ocean
The saltiness of the sea, I sometimes wonder if it is from all the tears
But then just as surely, the wave comes back, to meet the land, again
I am at once sad for, and proud of this wave.
So fragile and yet so strong
Maybe, it is strong because it is fragile?
Or it is the other way around.
Even as I ponder over these question, the Ocean continues
To move and yet, to just be, as it always has.
I smile to myself, this has only been a “problem” in my mind.
As I loosen the hold of this thought in my mind,
My vision adjusts to the sunlight on the water,
Too much light is also bringing tears, how ironical, I think.
And then I can hear the soft strains of jazz in the background,
over the din of inane conversations
And feel the warm strength of your hand.
I see people, children mostly..
Bobbing up and down in the water,
Playing drenched, shouting, tanning and yet
Being on the verge
Where the hopeful wave comes to meet, relentlessly,
Kissing the land, briefly..
Until it remembers to not feel sad for saying goodbyes
The thousands of time, it has had to.
Because, it does have contact with the land , deep deep down.
Holding it…maybe not seen, maybe not acknowledged, maybe forgotten
But still there.
Maybe that is what is the message
This deep longing, is a longing to remember.
The Sea in my heart..settles down a bit.
As I walk away.
It does feel like I am walking on a new ground.
~Rhea
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