The Rhythm of Waves

By Arsh Shakil Shaikh

I sat in silence, 

Facing the blue horizon.

I sat listening to the rhythm of waves of the sea.

 Feeling the ripples — as if God were playing His violin,

With each ripple invoking a sense of relief in me.

With each wave lifting,

Raised a hope in life,

And with each one crashing,

My restless mind settled in peace.

Watching the endless horizon stretching where vision ceases,

And its depth telling tales of the mystery beneath.

By Arsh Shakil Shaikh