From the south cliff
Only the sea
The roar of the sea, its morning glitter
Its calm beyond
Its white upon white in the dark.
From here to there the great sea
Whose waters break morning rock
Day after day after day, everyday
For a million years
And then returning
Where the sea comes from
Back to its heart, its troublesome breathing
Its roiling waters that seek no more the sun
Eyes that venture out of its depths
Waves a missing hand
An arm lost in battle
Eyes that seek that perfect sight.
Morning. Yellow gold on the waters
A sight that pours a libation
For those who come to see.
Amlanjyoti Goswami's recent collection of poems 'River Wedding' (Poetrywala) has been widely reviewed. His poetry has been published in journals and anthologies around the world. His poems have also appeared on street walls in Christchurch, exhibitions in Johannesburg, an e-gallery in Brighton and buses in Philadelphia. He has read in various places, including New York, Delhi and Boston. He grew up in Guwahati, Assam and lives in Delhi.
About This Poem
When I close my eyes and think of happiness, I see the waters of Varkala from the southern cliff.