In The Sea

By Vedant Dhanjal

The shining tips of the waves

Seemed like a billion lamps

Floating on the sea in that

Burning December sun.

The nose of the ferry

Was aiming the clouds,

The clouds that seemed

Like a masterpiece.

There were ships, docks,

And repair yards

Thrown randomly in the water.

The winds,

Unceasing and brilliant,

Romanced my face,

My skin, and my soul.

The water on the left was

Blue and vast.

The water on the right was

Golden and reachable.

There was silence

In the voice of that sea.

The ferry bounced

And danced in the

Arms of the waves,

On a song which had

No rhythm or melody.

With unblinking eyes,

I sat in the corner,

Cherishing that volcano

Of leisure erupting somewhere

Deep inside that chest of mine.

The ferry was heading towards

Ross in the south-eastern part

Of my country, almost the end.

I was far, just too far

From my flat in the Capital.

I had no friends there,

Didn’t know anyone,

Yet I didn’t feel alone.

There was a sea unending,

Unfathomable like me.

There was calm in the air,

Just like the way I am.

Despite the plenty time

To analyse those past years,

My mind was strangely empty,

But my heart was peculiarly full.

I swayed with the waves,

Talked with the winds;

I hummed with the ferry,

And smiled with that sea.

By Vedant Dhanjal