As I sail through scintillating waves
watching the early summer sunrise
A gentle breeze crosses my face
While a ray of sun peeps out of darkness
I steer my ship to a land not far away
While I enjoy the silence of this gentle pace
I spot an island and harbours my ship
where serenity romances with nature
Cold winds now begin to flow towards west
And a yellow yolk rises behind the hills
A sunshine falls gently on my face only to
Bring me inspiration to place I know my own.
I miss the tenderness of the touch of my love
Those compassionate nights now spent in loneliness
Those merciful looks for not remembering our anniversary
Those sweet talks that bought rain to my heart
I sit below a tree on a shore while my mind drifts
To those lands where the love of my life resides
I know it will only be few days before I can see her
Embrace her to announce in silence the love for her
The morning ambience is now bright and shining
The Sun is high and the sea is calm to sail away
I don’t want to let my melancholy spoil this journey
Because O Sun, You just started my day in happiness.
For some peculiar reasons An image of a sailor sailing on a lonely ocean answers most of my questions than any scenario I can think of. This Post was a written as a 31 Days, 31 Poetry on OctPoWriMo 2013. Todays topic on writing was “Being Gentle” and my post is about how gentleness of nature inspires the journey of a Sailor travelling to meet his love.
The day was bright which promised a great return
My life at last is beginning to take a good sharp turn
I wait in the park for the arrival of a person whom I yearn
For in this life and the next, she is my only hope of happiness.
The Autumn is set and there is a sweet chillness in the air
The leaves create a magical tapestry on the carpet of fading summer
The warmth of the sun are blanket for the soul that fears winter cold
The unopened pages of a book hides a crushed leaf of beautiful memories.
The rains of yesterdays have washed away all the pains of today
And I only hope this sunshine lasts at least till the end of the fall
For I sit in this park and write a sonnet to tell a tale to this world
Of the moment we danced to happiness in that summer heat we first met.
She was lost in a sea of faces waiting eagerly to be found amidst all chaos
While I trapped her beauty in my vision and hence the two hearts met.
The mysterious signs from nature suggests happiness in each passing wind
This sweet october winds carries the sonnets composed in her impatient wait.
Written for the Day 1 Post for OctPoWriMo Poetry writing challenge 2013.
The theme for today’s post was to describe ourselves in the midst of an Autumn Setting. Well october forever has been the month of love for me and here I am taking an instance of the thoughts I had when I think of my beautiful past. A memory hence ensures stays alive through this post, Forever.