Worli Sea Face
Nothing better than going on a long drive along the coastline of Mumbai. The non stop showers of early monsoon and grey sky gave the city a sooty sinister backdrop, against which the sea was going wild.
Me & my hubby went to see the fantastic sea and felt the salty seawind in our faces. One you could literally taste..! The waves were churning in the sea’s tummy and were growling to break off from the centre onto the rocks along the shore. Just like deep emotions fighting to emerge on the surface and break the shackles of goodness and decorum.
I was one with the sea, feeling like letting my passions and ideas out on the surface. At marine drive, the sea was throwing at the people all the filth n garbage, from plastic wrappers to rubber slippers. Take it back u filthy sinners,all to you for polluting my beauty.
As we came back from the drive, I was thinking, “A sea is a mother, but when angry, like a woman scorned; earth has no worse an enemy than the wild sea.”
I would like to add a poem I wrote for “The Sailor and the Sea.”
Once, a brave sailor proud of his ship,
Set out with his friends, on a sea trip.
They started off at dawn,
And till morning, far they had gone.
The sea was calm till the sun shone bright,
At dusk, encroached the dark night,
The sea turned wicked and began to sway,
It wanted to make the ship its prey.
Lashing its waves, it roared and screamed,
Crashing at the ship and ripping its sail.
The ship swirled and tumbled,
The lightning struck and thunder rumbled.
Still the brave sailor did not for once fumble,
He was determined not to let his courage crumble.
He bravely said to his crew and fellow sailors,
“Why fear death if it is at the cost of adventure?”
Wouldn’t be it shame to live a life in fear?”
Let the sea and the forces of nature know we are not scared,
We will be invincible, our death will make us immortal!”
The sea felt ashamed and stopped its deadly game.
It felt proud of the brave sailor and helped him find his way,
Even till today, the sea remembers that epic day!