An ode to my queen

Yet another fun day at work
I’m returning home to Base
Most of us are catching up our forty winks
I find myself on the forecastle deck,
Doing what I do best and most.
Gawking at the brimming, unabridged oblivion.

Why is this turbulence within me ?
For once, I’m feeling lonely even by the sea.
The moment is lacking, I’m missing someone.
I rummage around for distractions.
Your voice rings in my head.
“You must write. It would be a sin if you didn’t.”

So I start to put the pen to the paper,
And the sea roars in refutation.
It ails her when someone is being loved more than her,
(Did I say ‘more’? Na..the sea did it and she knows the truth
She juddered the ship once as caveat.

Her question was crystal: If I continue to ink the paper,
It will mean more than just writing
She‘ll no more be second to none.
She quavers my hand in vain, hoping to change
What I’m penning, in her favour.
Yet I write this ode to my queen.

As I write, I hear sea gulls at a distance
I’d been taught, that meant land was near,
But today I learn, maybe that’s how the sea cries.
Now again, all this may appear as aggrandizement.
When it comes to the sea..
I’ve always been a romantic fool.

You made me smile more often.
Many a time you were the reason for it.
You made me write.
Believed in me more than I did myself
You made me ME again.


With you, I didn’t have to worry
About being strong or hard shelled.
Nor be conscious about my actions, nor pretend.
Like waves against rock, I could crash.
You gave me space, you gave me wings.
Freedom, despite my uniform.

I look up for a moment from the papyrus.
Only to lose myself to the stars.
I stop to speculate, twice.
Once, All this time I didn’t even notice the stars
And second, even when I do I’m reminded of you

Irony, I observe, the sky and the sea.
From here, they seem of the same ether.
They harmoniously blend into each other
Uniting at infinity.
They are eternally together
The horizon itself a mirage,
Their melange, abstract

A paradox inviting.
So near yet so far,
Closer you look, farther they seem.
There! A shooting star blazes past.
A flash of eternity, in the blink of an eye.

It’s September, I remember.
Orion should be right overhead.
The hunter is our messenger.
Whenever I see him, I leave a message for you.
Ever sure that you’ll be seeing him too.