The Wait - Namitha Varma

As the lone shores
That wait for waves,
I wait for the turbulence of life.
The calmness of the waters,
The inadequacy of tides,
The brooding silence of the sea,
drives me crazy.

Let the sea rise,
and unleash anger on the sands —
I care not for the consequences.

Give me a break
from the monotonous quietude.

As the quiet oyster
On the sea bed,
I wait for the grain of sand.

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Namitha Varma is a media professional and a self-proclaimed narcissist based in Mangalore, India. She is a voracious reader, a music enthusiast and an opinionated social observer. Her works have been published in eFiction India and can also be found atnarcissistwrites.blogspot.com.