As we crossed the main square where the statue of a man killing a dragon stands, which reminds me of Greek gods…the vastness of the blue sky reflected in the voluptuous waves of the Caspian made me gasp! It was plain and simple beautiful….
This was the Bay of Baku in the Caspian….with the entire city lining the bay.…
Numerous ships dotted the waters….and looked the size of small boats…
The lovely benches… and green trees… and small cafes ....around the area just added to the scenic beauty of the place…
Several couples were necking around the place….as if compelled by the romantic air in the wind….
A cafe styled just like the smaller version of the Opera House of Sydney ....was filled with people...
My camera couldn’t get enough…and kept asking for more…
Looking around with a content smile, I was convinced for the umpteenth time that it is not the snow-peaked mountains nor the lovely sand dunes of the desert or the vast plain terrain of trees that does this to me….makes me have this feeling ….like the feeling of falling in love ….when you start smiling for no reason at all…and suddenly the world feels like a merry-go-round…which intoxicates you and makes you giggle as it takes you for a joy ride!
Whenever I see these water waves, hear the still sound of the sea, breathe in the salty wetness…I feel my heart bursting with joy and a strange freedom….
With my hair flowing all around me, I inhaled the salty-fresh smell of the sea…and looked into the waters and said, “Hello! Do you recognize me?....I am the same little girl …who many years ago …had splashed in your waters…played with her friends…collected your shells….even fished with the elders…and sailed in a boat…in another part of the world….which you inhabit? Can you recall?”
Monday, September 7, 2009
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Padhkar hi wahan jaana ka mann kar raha hai!
The reply from the Sea…
The footsteps you left many years ago… are still noticeable on the sand… the water you splashed is still in the air. Some elders you mixed with can still be seen with me and some now can never come back. The boat you sailed in is all broken, alone and dispirited.
My dear child, I stand where I was.. Your friends and you have all grown up.
I am still there, where you left me than, rest everything has moved away, away from me. I hope the shell you collected, you still play with them. All these years, I have been collecting more shells for you.
Come back… Come back to play with them, they wait for your touch and so the water in the air.
The reply from the Sea…
The footsteps you left many years ago… are still noticeable on the sand… the water you splashed is still in the air. Some elders you mixed with can still be seen with me and some now can never come back. The boat you sailed in is all broken, alone and dispirited.
My dear child, I stand where I was.. Your friends and you have all grown up.
I am still there, where you left me than, rest everything has moved away, away from me. I hope the shell you collected, you still play with them. All these years, I have been collecting more shells for you.
Come back… Come back to play with them, they wait for your touch and so the water in the air.
Kya baat hai! Poetry jaisa hai :)
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