Beachy Stories - Waves...

You do not have to be good.
You do not have to walk on your knees
for a hundred miles through the desert, repenting.
You only have to let the soft animal of your body
love what it loves.
Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine.
Meanwhile the world goes on.
Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain
are moving across the landscapes,
over the prairies and the deep trees,
the mountains and the rivers.
Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting –
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things...

Hungry Tides - Kafka & the Shore ....

If you look at the war, closely, you would know the necessity of destruction of a Space within that moment is inimitable for Time to travel. Travel beyond the remotest darkness and reach towards a point of Absolution.

An Absolution of White!

And similarly the waves are a necessity for the Shore to empty it's wet chest for a brief moment and let the moment of stillness to arrive in an otherwise continuous circular motion of Time!

(Bay of Bengal, Sunderbans.)

Hungry Tides - The White's Silence

I know nothing of this silence except that it lies outside the reach of my intelligence, beyond words - that is why this silence must win, must inevitably defeat me, because it is not a presence at all. 

I look at me.I do not find anything worth a story, other than a deep penetrative murmurs of the shores I have left behind.I see a huge swarm of whiteness, gathering my feet and the soils receding away furthermore...

I know the tides are hungry, now, for a sacrifice! 

(Frazerganj beach, Sunderbans, India.)