Saturday, 26 June 2010

Love Song for A Sailor

You brought me, sweet, so many things
Before you brought me pain-
A case of tea from Sicily,
A rose from southern Spain.

You left me, love, that morning
A compass I've now lost,
A salt-streaked eye, a stormy sky,
An anchor for my cross.



13 comments:

Shalmi said...

Thanks and apologies to Emily Dickinson, wherever she may be.

Anushka said...

If I were a man Shalmi, Mr. Fancy-Name-Football-Player would have competition, oh yes he would.

In this lifetime, I let you, he and other people concerned draw a breath of relief :P

Shalmi said...

Poor thing he is, there are already so many who lay claim to my affection :P

But really really, you like it that much? Or like Spriha are you generally expressing how in love with my precociousness you are?

Anushka said...

I'm not quite sure. A medley of both, living song that you are :)

Sahana said...

One of these days, the things you write will make me draw something. I'll show you. Just you wait.

Unknown said...

Aww he gave you his flower...from Southern Spain =)

Shalmi said...

@ Sahaha:
Waiting with bated breath :)

@ Noor:
Not Everything is about Him. Inspired perhaps, but not really about.

R said...

Very pretty.

Priyanka said...

Very John Masefieldish. Beautiful.

Jit Shankar Banerjee said...

Acha, I figured why I found it bal. Three simple reasons, it's very bachcha meye, hackneyed expression(jodio you've done it knowingly and tried to be smart)and - I dunno if this is the way to put it - not much effective content.

Diwakar Sinha said...

beautiful..

Shalmi said...

@ RGD, Priyanka:
Thankoo. You're too kind. I'll go read some John Masefield now.

@ Jit:
Thankew to you too.

@ Diwakar:
:) But now you've gone and hidden your blog, that is a pity

Pratyush said...

Black jagged ocean waves
Cutting through heavy wood
Hurl inside out the decks
Upside down, try to stand
Hold the driftwood for dear life
Hold on tight till you reach the land
And once upon the beach's sand
Embark again, on a voyage new