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.