It was sunrise
No it has to be sunset
She was taking a stroll by the beach
Is it really sunset?
Forget about it!
Here is what happened
She was on a stroll
I remember it was a beach
Because there was a sea side by side
But with no sound of the waves
Nor the seagulls as is usually the case
But it was that orange yellow sunset sky for sure
She was walking as if everything is as
She'd planned it to be
Unperturbed.
Then, a gushing wind
She stayed calm
Though engulfed in the wind
that rolled into a giant ball
It was translucent
Then turned black as the night
As she continued on her path
as though she knew it before hand that
That's what it'd be like
To walk into
The calm
In the sunset, in the vast open
With no beginning nor end.
oh....mam...i really amazed....do you have another one face like Grace Poet!!!I like this Grace poet more than Grace Madam...I am always here to taste your lines...keep it up...
ReplyDeletethanks Viji... so sad you have to like this face ,... ha ha
ReplyDeleteThe Camera in the above poem and the concern to know the set or rise of the Sun are something that caught my attention. Camera is capturing and saving, preserving though not in totality, in fact, very much with partiality. Knowing set or rise is again capturing what it is out there. But "The Calm" is real good : a sort of self-situatedness where what counts is what is within and not what is without!
ReplyDeletebeautiful....deep thought in simple words.....
ReplyDelete