TO BE “HER”
Light- beams shooting across her silhouette
She holds on to the trees and sways
The leaves borrow her rhythm to rustle
They serpent around her like a veil
Her braids unravel from captivity
And twirl like an old light-house stairs
The forest gives her away to the wind and wind to the sea
She enlivens all the three
Sea wind borrow her hate for chaos
Both pirates and empires waited for her
The waves mimic the rise and fall of her form
Now I want to follow her too
Follow without thought, fear and attachments
Walk with me into the sea
Can you see the old treasures she takes us to
Witnessing birth of life in the world
Witnessing the end of another
To be the wind that reminds someone of home
To be the sea that mystifies mankind
And the forest that one doesn’t want to be found from
To be an entity
To be the disappearing
To give in to the primal
To be her.