By Harleen Kaur
I am the ocean, wide and majestic.
Some fear me. Others worship,
The liquid is dark and deep and alive.
I listen to the whispers, even the quiet.
Beams of light, fall in a staged symphony,
Deep in my waves of crystal glass, so silently.
Water is a new trend in beauty and design,
Spilling bands of alternating colored light.
Delicate mosaics, floating as if on fire,
Waves of blue, silent in cold ire.
A whole kingdom of fins and tails resides.
The weight is heavy, of the infinite lives.
I don't ask, nor do I want anything now,
But sometimes I remember my old vow.
The way I begged to be loved and cared
The way I raged in tides, within its void
The way I tried to kiss the sky
Only to fall back in a shuddering cry.
It began with a drop, millennia ago,
My life evaporating to touch the cold.
I was hot all over, warm and searing,
My gasps of vapor escaped on winds.
My little kisses were caught by the sky;
He gathered them slowly, nearby.
I kept dancing in mindless euphoria,
Itching to jump and climb wearing talaria.
The enigmatic sky began to fill, falling hush;
Gray beauties of my essence floated lushly.
Cocoons of water puffs, like cotton candy,
In the soft embrace, grew glorious and heavy.
The sky couldn't hold the love anymore
He let it go, strings of shimmering gold rain
The water shone in the vibrant sun,
The drops fell screaming, itching to hold on.
I wrapped them up in my folds,
Howling in the agony it caused.
I wept and asked my generous lover
Why he couldn't keep me forever.
He bled tears of love, falling as rain
And asked me to trust him again.
Dizzy sparkling streaks adorn the artless sky;
He bellows in a deafening thunder play.
Eventually the dust settles on the streets,
Faint scent of humidity hangs in the air, replete.
My proposal and rejection for all to see;
I overflow with shame and humility.
Flooding the lands with my potent grief,
Trees adorn me with their green leaves.
And thus continues the doomed tale of our love,
Two silly ones playing, as heavens cackle above.
We keep reaching to meet each other,
As our love emerges in rainy feathers.
Sometimes I do get wrathful and livid,
Drenching the world in horrors vivid.
But sometimes I mourn softly,
Knowing love is the most costly.
Watching the tender blue cascades,
Like confetti for our wedding days.
Hearing melodies of star symphonies,
Dazzling grandeur of resplendent galaxies.
I sing gently the song of waves,
A tinkling laugh at my foolish ways.
Ah, the things we do in the name of love!
Tsunamis and floods-memories brim my trove.
Now silent and still, I reflect the sky's azure fame,
I have my pleasure, basking in fantasies of him.
By Harleen Kaur
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