You seem furious today, lashing cold waves at me,
which emerge as tentacles, so menacing,
Like a giant octopus, hidden beneath the sea,
But then ours is a love, and not just a fling.
I know you are not ruthless,
It is just your temper, you are so unpredictable,
But that does not make me love you any less,
I would be bored if you were more stable.
I remember the hot and humid days,
when you would gently caress my toes,
with cool tides, braving the blaze,
playfully teasing me; I suppose.
I remember when you were too frisky,
your pounding waves, crashing against the hill.
While others found your depths too risky,
I knew my love, you would never be still.
You would nudge my sole with a broken shell,
You would splash my hair, across my face,
Blinding me, so I could not see well,
all I could feel, was your embrace.
My heart would almost skip a beat,
When you would topple me with a giant wave,
But I know, you are too sweet,
You would send another wave to my rescue, to save.
I remember your salty taste, as I swam,
As you push me away, I swim closer,
But you know how stubborn I am,
You know you have to surrender.
For you and me, we are the same,
Mysterious, wild and free.
These wild tides, I would not blame,
These tantrums make you more beautiful, you see.
Niharika Prasad
