At The Sunset, Towards Haven, In The Winter Night

At the Sunset

At a distance, a boat is moving seamlessly against the water.
From the silhouette against the setting sun.
I can make out two boatmen rowing in harmony
like
Enjoying the wind,
Savouring an unsaid unheard song,
Humming
Singing
Accompanying
A perfect rendition
...
As the light grows weaker and weaker
The world starts to fall in shadows.
The beacon has now been raised to guide
And now a lamp is lit by the boatman;
Shimmering but unmoved
Stirring more music in the  air.
The sun has set
But the journey has just begun!
Unaware of the ripples made against the cold water..

 

Towards Haven 

The waves are higher
and the journey is even more challenging
as the boatmen set the oars to row against water, tide and time
in the bitter sun.

The sun has left a tan
by hours of rowing in the sun
in the search of a shore
a place to anchor the boat
a place to rest.
Every shore seems far by eternity
and wind is the only guide.
Lost but smiling.

Lifting their shafts
the two boatmen 
exchanged a smirk 
and sailed ahead.
With every stroke 
towards the horizon
their tanned sheen 
and the water around 
gleamed more brightly in the sun.

The sun has made them stronger
and the rest sweeter.
Throughout the day
the water has carried a reflection of intense sun
But now as the sun smiles over the edge of the sky
No longer the water seems to reflect and endure the might.

 

Their gaze transfixed
But something shimmered inside
as they watched 
the sky
hued and fashioned in beautiful colours
and in a pageant of peace flocks of birds flew across the sky towards a haven the boatmen can now see...

 

In The Winter Night...! 

In the winter night
A boat moved slowly
Covered with snow
Lashed in black and white
With stealth and silence
Over the freezing water.
In the freezing night
the water is fast immobile and
the boatmen have to search a safe halt.

 

The boat is finally anchored
The oars are put on the hull
And all men are driven under the hood to survive the cold
With each other and stars for company.

It’s going to be a tough night
Rest is not what they seek
But in the chilling darkness
They have to be patient not rash and meek
and wait for the light.

As it gets more chilling by the night
His fellow companion are asleep
but he couldn't.
He is exhausted
But his eyes are giving nothing away
And in the resolute stature he gazed ahead
Listening and feeling the turbulence of the cold breeze

His eyes are heavy from the
untold tales they conceal
a story that he wants to be penned
Dreams he wants to live.
Restlessness is all he gets..

Finally he shut his eyes closed
and remember the warmth of the morning he endured in his heart

The night is about to end
In the far corner the only visible light is trying to build strength
Slowly the small light will conquer the sky
taking over all its Kin spread across the sky
shine with all its might
Bringing life and
Enabling the boatmen to ascend on their journey..