a word a sea

One after another

I pluck the words

that move in the passing wind

and throw them into the sea.

The words that float and disappear

on the withdrawing waves

raise again as light

on the distant boats.

Only the word that reaches

the setting sun

gets dissolved in

the evening sea.

The sea that spills over

in the failing light

puts forth

a small poem.

Then by waking up

as one star after another

the universe

starts reading it.

,..

seas, shores and boats

At first there was
only one sea.
Then there happened
a pair of seas,
one for you
and one for me.
And then
there were many seas
coming up
on the basis of
everybody's need
just to be followed by
the aimless boats
wandering everywhere
without knowing
whose who
is on which shore?

,..

She And Sea . . .

as the meaning of the poems
that the sea wrote in between the waves
reach the shore as foam
the girl who just built her sand house
takes the foam to draw
in front of her small courtyard
and by shifting each of the poem
to the little girl's house
the sea roars.


,..

'sea'ing...

And when we finally met
at the sea
there were those
endless waves
and 
a deep calmness too...

,..

how to wake a river up?

the river slept on its way
and the sea kept on waiting
waves are thus endless

... the wind is back

The time passed through a motionless summer.
Finally, the monsoon brought back the wind to my sky.
There starts an endless chatting of the leaves
and a timeless rain,
which would now restore my rivers.
Of course, the sea is still beyond the reach...