Away from the bustling noise of horns,
Here I am amongst the bustling music of the waves…
Just me and the sea,
With the waves dancing as lovely as they can be…
I am alone,
No,Not repenting my loneliness,
But enjoying my solitude…
Looking across the sky
From the bed of shells beneath…
I am wet,
No,
Not with a shower or sweat,
But with the waves playing,
With my toes and swaying…
I am blue,
No,
Not poisoned or cold,
But with the sparkling water,
Reflecting on me as they shatter…
I am kissed,
No,
Not the romantic one from my man,
But the warm one,
From the setting sun…
I am hugged,
No,
Here I am amongst the bustling music of the waves…
Just me and the sea,
With the waves dancing as lovely as they can be…
I am alone,
No,Not repenting my loneliness,
But enjoying my solitude…
Looking across the sky
From the bed of shells beneath…
I am wet,
No,
Not with a shower or sweat,
But with the waves playing,
With my toes and swaying…
I am blue,
No,
Not poisoned or cold,
But with the sparkling water,
Reflecting on me as they shatter…
I am kissed,
No,
Not the romantic one from my man,
But the warm one,
From the setting sun…
I am hugged,
No,
Not the warmth of my beloved ones,
But the coldness,
Of the bellowing winds…
And now,
Am I in Love…???
With the shells and the sea and the shore,
From my heart from its deepest core,
More and more and all the more…
But the coldness,
Of the bellowing winds…
And now,
Am I in Love…???
With the shells and the sea and the shore,
From my heart from its deepest core,
More and more and all the more…
Unusually, perhaps according to me, a frame in a foreign language! Why 'priyamanathozhi'? But, ofcourse, this english too do have your style, indeed.
Nice and wonderful!!
Thanks anna..
Just a trial..
U'r writing to too good...i luv it...
Thanks Andrew... Welcome to my blog... :)