Varkala by Amlanjyoti Goswami



Varkala


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

But hearth. 

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




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. 

 © 2020 Dust Poetry Magazine

The copyright to all contents of this site is held either by Dust Poetry Magazine or by the individual poets and artists. None of the material may be used elsewhere without written permission. For reprint enquiries, please contact dustpoetrymagazine@gmail.com