The Serene Brute

The sea makes me want to dive
The ripples glimmering under the cloudless sky
Dancing to the reflecting tunes of the sun
Beckoning me on into, no rhyme or reason

You want to freeze it behind your lenses
Can’t capture a view enough to make your neighbour envious
And that’s when I decide
There is no better lens than the naked eye

This is typically the view that I am treated with almost every morning. Wait…almost? Well, on some days when the visibility is poor, the sea over the horizon looks hazy. Apart from that, the view up here is almost as clear as it may seem while you’re at the shore, watching her play hide-n-seek, beckoning you to embrace her coarse exterior.

There is something about the sea that captivates and trances the naked eye. Given the levels of hydrophilicity in my blood, I simply want to dive inside of her every time I am with her. It doesn’t matter whether with a loved one or a colleague, in company or otherwise. The mere spectacle of the pious-like bluish-green liquid over the seemingly endless horizon is magnanimous enough to take me in even when I am on my own. Spending time sometimes even stretching to hours, is easy with the sea. In fact, she empathises so effortlessly despite having a one-way conversation. Have you ever heard her waves speak as they flaunt the shore? Some lash out with the intention of ‘showing-off’ their prowess, while others simply want you to know that they are angry. Over something, all right. Else, for all you know it maybe an argument amongst themselves. What’s ironical is, almost every time this happens, you just can’t stop smiling. Your insides seem to erupt in joy, whether you are at her helm craving her to give you a rib-cracking hug or, watching her from a distance while she feels all disturbed! And then, there are moments of peace and harmony when her waves caress you calmly. Now, these are what I call as respectful traditionalists – I love you, no doubt, but I place myself at your feet.

There is also the breeze that accompanies these waves, exhibiting its mood based on the force in which your hair sways, sticking the sand to your face. And yet, you are at all liberty to remain comfortably blank without feeling an ounce of guilt, only to hear the sea with that cursory whisper – I feel you, man. She doesn’t propel you towards or away from anything. Why, the sea-lovers are at complete mercy to soak themselves in or run besides her at the break of the day. Or, they may choose to spend a rather lazy evening strolling relaxedly besides her. The reddish golden ball of glow sinking into the unseen horizon and that onset of dusk transitioning into twilight when the whole stretch seems gold-plated is some reverie indeed. That moment is just there, between you and her, and what’s best is that she allows you to let it stretch slowly and steadily, for as long as you want it to.

Nature – every one enjoys her in some way or the other. There are terrains around a cliffy coastal while there is also the tropical beach. There is the wilderness out in the jungle and it may not get more vulnerable while in there. And then, there are mountains. And snow-clad mountains.

While these lands bring serenity within, it is the salt water that brings out the emotions.

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