As their waves were not like ours
Nor the surf and the air
I missed the camera when I was in Alleppey.
The black water rolling into the waves
The white foam all around,
In the strong current under the knee-deep water
I felt the power of Arabian
Not when drowsing in the effect of McDowell’s.
The roaring waves in the alien bay
The moist spray on my face
Dimmed my vision, salted the taste.
In that lonesome misty eve
Lost I was among the faces strange.
Enchanted though felt a sense of void
Gloomy thoughts of love lost,
Approaching destruction of something dear.
Needed none when I used to be
In the tranquil bay of the Dagara beach
Spending hours watching
The living crabs, dead shells
Fishing boats, the flight of encircling crows,
Never ever a thought of depression
Conquered my steady mind.
Vastness always gave a realization of sublimity
Loneliness an elevation to spirituality
Losing my mark was always seen with delight,
Meeting the vastness was felt the triumph ultimate
Like the dead shells in the sandy mound.
The swing of mood was evident.
Was it because of the perennial conflict of east and west?
Was it not the swing of every degree out of my comfort zone
That the dark cavern of fear and evil got better exposed?
