What would I not give, to have my legs bewitched into a shapely fish tail, complete with dainty fins & scales that shine iridescent under a moon that dares to gleam in silver & gold.
What would I not give, To join a school of Sting Rays & explore the sea bed scattered with life forms blowing kisses at me with their friendly tentacles....
To discover long lost treasures of pirates long dead.....
To ride the disobedient waves on sunny days & allow a teasing look to the rugged sailors, who would nod their heads in disbelief & blame it on Rum !
To let the turbulent waves toss me roughly like a rag doll from one crest to the next, on a stormy night & allow the old man sitting in the Lighthouse tower to wipe his glasses with a hankerchief, to snatch a closer look at a feminine figure with a tail !
To let the Seahorses delight me with the way that it is the males that get impregnated by their females & carry the eggs in their brood pouch,while the females swim free!
To let the jelly fish feel important when I acknowledge its presence with a “ Hi! How do you do?” & not see through its transparent body onto the other side as most do & make it feel like a ghost....
To let the ink squid play a trick on me & uplift its spirit by allowing it to squirt ink on me....
To let the whales whisper gruesome tales of human brutality where their hides are crafted into designer purses & premium prices quoted for blubber.
To let a snoozing oyster that snores with half parted lips turn me inquisitive & make me peep in, to catch a glimmer of a pearl in the making.
To let the multihued sea anemones,the subdued cuttlefishes,the blushing red lobsters make me envy them for the vibrancy of colors that remain intact,unwashed,undiluted by stubborn waters trying hard to rob them of their beauty unlike the bronze red lipstick on my lips that get washed away everytime by the rains or moisture from a searing encounter……..
To let the vagabond-ish waves fulfill my dreams of visiting sea kissed Spain ....
To let the sea shells abandoned by itz molluscan masters remind me that nothing lasts forever, that people move on in Life & leave behind things which had once been close to their heart....
To let a star fish sitting pretty on a sandy shore & pointing at five different directions with its radiating arms, make me burst out in spasms of laughter for confusing a lost baby Octopus asking for directions...
To let the regal birds of the sea-the Albatross , renew my faith in love by watching them court each other for seven long years & finally mate & remain faithful to each other till death do them part....
To let the cliffs jutting arrogantly into the horizon teach me patience, teach me the art of how to stand by its word even if the waves slap it hard at every high tide...
To let the high & low tides remind me that Life is a heady mix of ups & downs....
To let the scurrying crabs that rush into their holes on the beach,upon an intruder’s visit-warn me that home is where security is....
To unearth the remains of a ship & stumble upon scrolls imprinted with dead mens’ secrets that would keep me engrossed, immersed for Aeons so that no Pneumonic memories come haunting back & no crazed urges to listen to the weather forecasts of Mumbai………
What would i not give, to be transformed into a mermaid & let the waves wash away mildew covered memories,to be buried silently& forever in the generous lap of the sea bed that already holds secrets of Titanic magnitude....
43 comments:
You write with such beauty and imagry.
"Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night."
Edgar Allan Poe
thts all ocean in a clamshell, with u in it!
I must say that u r a pretty good writer.
I'm lost !!
lost in the waves,
lost in the rains,
lost in the shower,
lost in the ocean,
lost in the words .. ..
profoundly thought
meticulously written !!
have you been watchin "Little Mermaid" a lot lately??
LOL..just jokin....
Beautifully written...
*applause*
Hi U,
:(( I tried hard to get in the twists and turns of your words. Guess am not in mood to submit myself throughly. Yet running along your verses, bits and pieces were nice as usual.
Refernce to mermaid pulled in to the archives of my Lost blog, and I did scribbled about my MERMAID :)
http://wish2bvish.blogspot.com/2005/01/oh-princess.html
Just as blunt as an engineer could get about princess.
Keep goin,
Vish
gud imagery
Hi U,
I wish you had an email in your profile. I just thought of thanking you, for saving few words when I was trying to sing an eulogy. People not seen, not spoken do make a differnce.
ButterFly Effect.
Just wanted to acknowledge your presense. Thanks.
Vish
ps: if u get a chance buzz me at vishnuraj@gmail.com and I wish you will delete this comment after you see it.
no clue .. it sounds beautiful..thats all i can say. it seems i never developed a taste for poetry or whatever you might call this piece of work.
but this work sounds like great music..i can never imagine myself putting the words together like the way u have.
good work!
Love the way your imagination stirs magic with your words.
Hiya...
beautiful....
nice playing with the words....
great stuff...
i always keep returning to this blog...thx for visitin my blog and leavin a message :)
leave ur mail id here...
n' here i'm...havin moments of sympathy for myself...for i think comment boards are different from review stands stickin stars n' ratin thoughts....for my phobia for a crowd is often intrepreted as my attitude of aloofness....for my quiet silent presence is narrated as indifference...for my inability to judge n' verify heart beats in form of words as authentic ones are taken as notes of mishandled ego....
...n' i wonder how Alan Marshall knew what i feel...
A little girl can be sweeter (and badder) oftener than anyone else in the world. She can jitter around, and stomp, and make funny noises that frazzle your nerves, yet just when you open your mouth she stands there demure with that special look in her eyes. A girl is Innocence playing in the mud, Beauty standing on its head, and Motherhood dragging a doll by the foot.
Too good maam !! Can I ask you whether you recently did some deep study of the marine life ? There is so much more there than just literary sense. Lot of marine life information too. And to bind both together with your thoughts is too good. Good work,yet again :)
thanks for the visit...please do come again...
thanks for visitng my blg..hope i can lure you sometime again....
Nice Imagery, especially the bit about morphing into a mermaid! :)
u impress me ova n ova again with d way u play with words...
awesum stuff..keep it goin !
Neel Sen->Smashing lines by Edgar Poe.Boy!am i flattered by ur comment.Makes me want to go on writing forever...
Poison->Wish i cud live in that clamshell,without worrying about a future or a past...
Southpaw->Am i ?
Invincible->The nomadic waves can only think of water,water & more water.So if u want to remain drenched in the rains,showers,oceans...stay in ur seat & read on...
Aberrant->Used to watch it a lot while i was in class 6,not anymore & yet The Lil' Mermaid must hav burnt herself in my memory & da child in me has this tendency to peep out of the blogs every now & then.
Vish->Ur words 'Butterfly effect' had a profound effect on me.
BTW,i shall make my email known to everyone on this blog,quite soon coz i plan to shift to a different blog & all my blogger friends shall duly be invited to the new post via email...Tentatively,this is the plan..dunno if it'll shape up.
Tan->A simple statement & yet it says it all
Phi->Glad to see u back
Vikas->Need i say,i feel exuberant to find someone from a different world altogether,relishing my work somuch.I take it as a huge compliment
Exquisite :)
Dewdrop->Wish my words cud cast a magic spell on people i want to bewitch...
Gaurav->Patience...my email id is bound to make an appearance 1 day.
Wet engineer->*Flash of a mischievious smile* She adds to Alan Marshall's lines-"What are little boys made of? Frogs & snails,puppy-dogs' tails; That's what little boys are made of.
What are little girls made of?
Sugar and spice & all that's nice; That's what little girls are made of."
Vijay->A fascination for the world under the ocean,& add to it a daily dose of watching Discovery during my skool days,not so long ago...& voila!i managed to cast a fishing net over most of the marine animals but there still remain so many untouched life forms,i still havent mentioned about the sea lily or the Loligo or even the sea urchin!
Navneet->Welcome aboard,join the family!
Primalsoup->There are more 'fish tails ...er,tales' to follow.More coming up!
Pearl->Will definitely keep going buddy,thanx for the amazin' support.
Feathered mask->*gasp* i cud almost read ur facial expression,u can express urself real well thru ur words.Shud we say, birds of the same feather have managed to flock together?
Sen->Moral of the story-Never trust a starfish or an octopus or any other sea creature with more than one limb,while asking for directions(wink)
Handful of Hell->A man of few words & yet it spells enough.
....A boy is truth with dirt on its face, beauty with a cut on its finger, wisdom with bubble gum in its hair, and the hope of the future with a frog in its pocket.....
Mothers love them, little girls hate them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them and adults ignore them.
speechless
not only by the "depth" of the post but those of the comments too
someone should start posting these comments on the blog too
hi..
The wet engineer->The battle of words shall continue,into the next round...See u there.
Druv->I read this comment thrice,know why?coz very few people can decipher if the person sitting across the table has depth or not.U did & u even found it in the way i reply back to ppl.I welcome u to delve into the depth of my words that lie hidden behind superfluous contexts which manage to dazzle people but they somehow fail to grasp the essence,maybe..just a hint of sadness wafts thru their senses when they read my blog.
Quanta->Dont jeopardize ur studies for blogging,these crucial days will never come back.Dont live to blog,the way i do...it doesnt really help.
Calvin->Just a washed out "Hi"?..therez nothing more to it?given da fact,that ur visiting me after such a looong haitus.
I dont' use comments to announce my presence...but you are sure that i read you after a 'hiatus', are you...too bad to hear that you'll have to hide behind that camouflage..
Calvin->Dare to ride those waves & move on to the next shore ?...where i shall exist uninhibited behind a thin veil of camouflage
only if im promised the surf and the wind, the rush and the plunge...even if ill live to regret it...
Calvin->Regret for the things we do,can be erased with time; it is the regret for the things which we could have done,yet didnt risk to take a 'plunge' that causes an inconsolable feeling & keeps nagging us till the very end.
Resist no temptations;a guilty conscience is more honourable than Regret(wink)
lol..a simple way to point out 'the truth'...i don't care much for myself, the regret is mostly for someone else...but looks like you are wiser...are you?
Calvin->I hav a hazy idea who this 'someone else' might be,but just to be confirmed on this issue...i wonder,if u cud make things more explicit & declare 'the truth' urself,without me having to make guesses.Coz guesses can sometimes lead to blind ends!
if you really have an idea, i must say you are way too smart but not too wise and im way too dumb...don't make guesses, ask me the right questions and...and i'll let you know...
Calvin->Whoa!we seem to be going round & round the shrubs & beating about the bush without really getting down to what we want to ask of each other coz we both have our set of hang-ups.
And now,u have cornered me & am feelin' a lil' awkward...wondering if i shud really ask u.On second thoughts, nah...im not.
and back there someone was talking about taking the plunge...i thought you'd be more courageous...and you really sure that we both talking about the same thing?..that would be making presumptions...perhaps...
Calvin->Looks like i hav to install a chatter box so tht this interesting conversation can continue there,btw...who is that 'someone else'??...im earnestly asking u & remember no beating abt the bush coz last time,u did say..u wud give a direct answer to any ques that i ask u.
I generally dont risk taking a plunge when im not too sure of myself & i played my cards safely wid u this time butnext time might be a diff. story when da gambler in me might surface.
The answer: It was 'Her'...and that's as far as I can go..
Hmm, playing cards well...are we on opposite sides of the table? and is that a carrot you offering me, future gambler??
Calvin->Wud u believe me,if i said..i already knew it was 'Her' that u were alluding to.
Does she realize how lucky she is....boy!am i envious of 'Her'.No wonder it's said-'Men are like parking lots,the best ones are already occupied';-)
How abt offering u an apple?the epitome of temptation;-)
Frankly, I'd find that hard to believe, unless you know more than you've let me know...
you gotta read carefully.. but reading too much into words could be a folly..
I'd said 'was'...
Hmm..I've always felt..no matter how many times history is repeated, the forbidden apple will always be taken...but lets see..a trifle might make the offer worth thinking bout now...not just an apple...:)
oh and i'd rather be the car than the parking lot..thank you!!
U got an awesome style of writing *let me go hide my works* and an excellent command over the language. The details. Every little thing. NEAT!
Dreamvendor->Oh c'mon,im not that good.Half the times im totally dissatisfied with what i write.
Calvin->I'd paused at the 'Was' in ur comment but wasnt too sure so i let it pass.
Quoting u "offer worth thinking bout now...not just an apple"
....hmm,ur giving me ideas;-),don't blame me if i turn too playful.
BTW,wud the car like to drive over to the chatter box and park itself there?
I really don't like chatterboxes...but I guess...if you wish...
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