I fancy the images of the sea

as it reflects the skies

just like mirrors

this vast body of water

shows the big blue dome

and glitters when touched

by the King sun

like my soul

when I felt His love

Oh, how it shined!

The lady with sea eyes


I sit in my room anticipating

the day laid out by the sun

Shadows in the corner stops me

But my chains are unlocked now


There’s a lady waiting at the door

Ash pale face looking down

Her dressed feet ready for the taking

“Where to now?”, she asks


Her eyes sparkling blue

reminds me of the sea

and the outside world

where I am meant to be


I stepped towards the door

Held her cold hands

To the unknown shores

where her blue eyes belong

* * *

graveyard by the sea

The town bursts of smiles
this sun flooded afternoon
as I walk down the shore,
chasing distant memories.

A reef is taking shape under,
with the drift of surface waters~
Swayed by the wind, the waves
spill an unfathomable wonder

When the sky meets the sea
on that perfect horizon,
I long for my lover…
may my love reach thee.

Bottles used to do the work
yet the tide cannot be tamed;

I will wait ’til the tide is low,
And I’ll bury my thoughts
in the sands, by the rock
Where we used to sit on.

Testing the Waters

i found myself staring at the sea
astonished at the way it reflects me
how restless it is as it travels to bay
and yet sublime in its stillness in may

i’ve coasted far and longer shores
to catch the breeze and hear its lores
the depth of the waters reaching out
trying to wash away all forms of doubt

i neared with thoughts of no turning back
as my poor self cries for a sense of lack
alas!, another part of me shouts retreat
fearing the mystery, in my worldly conceit

the days here are but grains of sand
stretched by time; end not known to land
testing the waters before i lay to rest
ere the sun makes its way to the west

* * *

acrostic poem of a fisherwoman

Morning, she sets out to the sea–
A place where one solemn prayer
Rings out to the waves, to the sun…
Interminable ripples of good dreams,
Engraved among the pebbles on her toes.

Just another woman among five fishers,
Odd-pinnate leaf in a garden of wildness.

Zanies once crossed her fishing tackle,
And the spirit was high on the waters;
Mad laughter of a grateful company
Breaking any and all surface tensions.

Rocks and mountains, she’s halfway
As fate addled quest blows her away
Nigh and nigh, the tired drifter,
Oblivious yet advertently, ready for the waters.

On her knees, digging for wiggly baits,
Singing along with the songs of the outdoors
Old soul, and wiser through the years.

Restlessly at peace, running on sand…
In trance with the calling wind of home,
Of the sea…home at last!

*to Captain Badj H. ( May 19, 2015 )