But Only A Sailor
Speckling fishes swirling twirling elusive
Flying, a glimmer of mortality, inevitable, amateurish-amirage
flaps distorted the deck like the rime of the ancient mariner Is that a ghost ship?
Death and life in death
Tormented, distracted Love a lovesick ship
Kadalamma will understand After all she’s a mother
This senseless, bewitching, waves entrapped-working into a rage
‘Mother, when will father be home? Delightful prancing dancing dolphin Tales that fill the days
And the pot of gold at the rainbows end Brown, leathery, peppery salt on his lips.’
‘But you are a mother Kadalamma- forgiving exhausted with overwhelming love senseless, anxious my child awaits
Gifts from a fairyland afar
Eyes and ears only for her first love.’
Ayeee Aye Captain to the clarion call
Afloat yet barque a cuckold to the raging seas
Teetering, fledgling, strangled, sailing in troubled waters
Immersed, bespattered in the whining wind like a banshee at night
But yet faith a tremendous power- Shakti –the protector.
A resurgence, battered whopping excitement After the ash breeze, the flaring ominous horizon
Yet again the sailor elated, seagulls screeching at the Neptunes’ rite
You are the Kadalamma
In you I remain- with you I worship Till the days may end but never end.