Surges Poem by Sharad Jambhrunkar

The tall waves hit me

In the hazy rain on the shore where

I stand like a rock and recede

In that stoic silence continues the desire to see

The origin of surges

The lunatic moon

When seen in the sea enters me like a song?

Or the sun that burns and burns for ages

And if I stare at ocean for an answer

It too stares at me as one stares at ocean

In that moment of glow

When the glory and gory in me collapse

Breaking all bridges to cross over me
And I am not able to by pass myself

I too break into the sand and lay

On the shore

And created by waves and surges and rushes

And by blood and by love

And not destroyed by hate and anger

But recreated by more waves, more surges, more love.

More earthy but more human