Dolphins Of Tarkarli

 

Before the morning spread its yellow light-

deep in the tranquil sea grey shapes advanced. 

Their curvy dips shone silky in their flight

with an oceanic beauty yet enhanced. 

They clicked and whistled and dove in the sea

then sprung in the air with utter delight. 

Their grace and smile made a permanent glee-

a timeless spirit and a tireless sight. 

For long I have longed to see this flip-dance,

their waltz in the water, a piece of art. 

Though a brief glance, it was worthy every chance-

a feast for my soul that gladdened the heart. 

But as my boat neared with a gentle sway,

these beauties of the deep sea shied away. 

Waves

 

In the morning shine and in the moonlight,

sometimes sombre, sometimes gay- the waves roll.

The varied moods of this frothy delight

stroll back and forth with the wheel of control.

The deep sea harbours mysteries never told,

but often the waves spill them on the shore.

And soon as the secrets unfold, twofold-

the waves are eager to explore some more.

As in the ocean we swing and wither,

oscillated by fate and its dry tune.

And like waves we go hither and thither

in search of eluding joy and fortune.

The sun will shine, the waning moon will glow-

cycles of waves shall stimulate the flow.