(Written on Marine Drive)

‘My wind cooling my broth,
Would blow me to an ague
When I thought what harm
A wind too great at sea might do.’ ~
It indeed can do a lot.

The wind is caressing my hair like a
Lover touching its muse after a long
Time : gently, slowly, engulfing me in
Every way possible.
The air, a perfume of the salty - sea,
Brings me back to life like a flower
Being watered after long.
The sun, ever so wise, is looking down
At us with its eyes;
Taking care of everyone set out to find
Their seek.
The sky absorbing the city in fog,
Indicates that winter is here.
The sky is waiting for people to leave
So that it can sleep and let moon
Shine.

The sea is an ever changing hue of
Life — showcasing each shade: of
Morn, the cave full of edges & Uncertainties, mellowness, dark,
Autumn and the price you pay for
Your deeds;
Filling your hourglass of karma up.

The sea is truly a beautiful aspect of
Life,
A form of honeybee that gives us
Everything we need and helps us
Build.
The home of vibrant glory, the sea is
Like Aphrodite : it never ages, always
A beauty to look at.

The queen's necklace is Indeed very
Long.
It's made up of all the pearls &
Sapphires, one can find in heaven.
You'll find everything here,
Even a slice of solitude.
So sit back and let go,
Let the wind take you home.

-Ridhima Joshi