“Time and tide wait for no man.”
– Geoffrey Chaucer
My 15 year old nephew has a T-shirt
It reads, “Fear No Wave”.
It made me think what I am afraid of
We all like still waters
Where nothing hardly moves
It just quietly flows
Water makes a sound
When moving to a lower plane from a higher one
It is all in the creativity.
A waterfall makes cloudy mist
The touch of minutely broken down water
That is soothing on a summer day
And piercing on a cold one.
A pond for instance is stagnant compared to a lot of other water bodies
And home to dragonflies, frogs and fishes
Which when thrown a stone into
Sends waves of ripple throughout their homeland
All the way to the edges of the tall grass growing on the sides.
A fountain shoots the water high up with help of mechanical pumps
And falls back around its source
It rises in beauty and falls in grace
Making waves of creativity
Waves make certain objects float and sink some
But they never melt them
Waves take the shape of their force
Waves controlled by the lunar energy
The moon which has no light of its own
Borrowing that of the Sun.
The droplets of rain as they pour over and drip down our bodies
Giving us a sensation that of a lover’s touch.
Bubbles filled with the energy of nothingness – the air
Waves and the air around it
Waves and the shape of the air around it
They move in harmony
And ultimately burst.
A stream of water that pushes itself around the stones while smoothening their rough edges
Again flowing from a slopier region to a lower one
We fall from a taller place called euphoria
To a smaller darker place
Sending waves across our soul onto the bodies that surround us
These waves were over relationships that were meant to be short live
These waves stumble upon mothers looking out for their kids on the horizon
Rising over the sun or settling below it
They knock over relatives who think they have known us all their lives
These waves challenge friends to hold hands
As we fall back they hold our gentle souls
Waves that cover you like a blanket
Letting all your insecurities floating around
And God holds us with his halo tube so we don’t drown
The coast guard patrols around hovering in a helicopter over these wet waves.
Waves just dazzle as the sun rays strike them
Making them look like liquid frills of gold
The ripples, the mist, the droplets and dew drops
Create waves to take us to the next higher place
So once again we can flow into our lower selves
And once again the sun basks its glory to lift us
Up in steam and evaporates us taking us to our taller planks
So we can slide down the course of nature again.
Cold waves refresh us
Warm waves soothe
They lift us what we call with the buoyancy force
Waves surround themselves around us
Waves come and go
They wash us
They move us
They bathe us, purify us
They wet us
They clean us, baptize us
They knock us over
They push and pull us
But waves don’t melt us.
– Pratik Mamtora, Managing Editor
Pratik Mamtora was born & raised in India. He has lived in London, United Kingdom for three years & absolutely loved it there. Pratik has a Bachelor’s in English from India and Master’s (ABD) from UNA. He loves to read and write, especially poetry. Pratik enjoys coffee & conversation and is passionate about serving the community. He invests himself in understanding the needs of the modern world and the evolving spirituality within. Pratik is known to walk that extra mile to make others happy. If you ever meet… or when you meet him, Pratik will make you smile.