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I shall post some news of interest to Sri lankans about life in Sri Lanka in the period 1950-1960 mainly. This will feature articles on music, general history and medicine. I am dedicated to humanism and refuse to judge people according to labels they are born with. Their actions and behaviour shall be my yardsticks, always cognizant of the challenges they faced in life.

Sunday 7 September 2014

Seeking solace

The angry wind sweeps across the sea unceasingly
Line after line of surging waves searching land eagerly
Waves rise and rumble forwards like moving walls of water
Breaking with a foamy splash bathing the shore further

She cuts a lonely figure silhouetted against the orange sky
Hair fluttering aimlessly as strong breezes pass her by
Staring into the distance in a thoughtful gaze
Whatever she is thinking is not seen in her face

Wave upon wave forming and breaking unceasingly
And rushing in spreading  around her feet lovingly
With each wave deeper and deeper her feet sink in
As she stood alone on the shore in a dream gazing

The expansive and choppy sea is nearly empty
Just a lone boat bobbing up and down gently
A swarm of birds now interrupts the vast sky
A thousand black specks in transient patterns fly

She stands motionless erect with arms at her sides
Seemingly lost in thought as tears well in her eyes
They run down in streaks on her soft proud cheeks
She takes a deep breath, her feelings she conceals

The sky becomes darker as the sun dips into the sea
Now a bright orange crescent peering over the sea
Soon a bright red speck beneath a darkened sky
Radiating a ripple of bright light on the sea nearby

Is there a raging fire inside her that we cannot see?
Soon darkness sets in heralding such calm and serenity
Just the soothing sound of gentle waves lapping the shore
Is she too calming down just like the sea for sure?

She raises her shoulders with a long deep breath
Face etched with grief, a matter of life and death?
Then drops them slowly with an agony untold
Turns and walks away to face her troubled world
Fading away, a tiny speck in the bleak horizon.

1 comment:

  1. This is the second or third time I have read this poem of yours. And this time I am in a reflective mood. I see this girl just as you have described. It makes so many pictures in one's mind. And such depth of meaning. Anyone in a melancholy mood can identify himself or herself as the subject of your poem. Thanks a lot!
    Zita
    Zita

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