Waves

By Amrita Manekar

The waves crashed one after the other at my feet;

As I stood looking on for hours at the sun that is long gone.

Pausing for no one and taking the day along with it;

Leaving behind just a hint of blush as if to taunt its lover that it ever was.

The moon is our master, the waves now seemed to say;

With every ebb and every flow they pledged allegiance to this master of the dark.

And I stood there, I wondered do I have the same master as the waves;

Rising with the sun; ebbing with the moon.

Every day a constant battle and every night a constant surrender;

Just to remain the same part of the everflowing sea that is life.

Or am I worse than even the waves;

For even they find their purpose when they ultimately crash into the sand.

Long did I look on, trying to find the calm which I thought the world owed to me;

Fighting the turbulence that has for so long been a part of me.

The waves finally gave me my answer as they once more stopped to kiss my feet;

You will always be a part of the sea as so would we all.

But did anyone ever stop you from reaching your highest form;

Before you too find your calm, even if it's just for a little while.

By Amrita Manekar