Quiet Of The Wild Sea Poem by Jayita Bhattacharjee

The explosion of longing, the calm in the wild seas,
For the soul is a sailor, a ship in the stormy sea,
one half of whose desires to rest,
The other half yearns to voyage in the sea.

O soul, 'why is longing a mix of danger and safety? '
'I see peace in the wild sea, a shelter in the storm.'
So, I look out at the wild sea,
For in the storm, I share with God, the wild days of life.
There, I sense, my passionate heart.

This heart, a ship moored, longs to fly on wild wings,
For flying, I will find my wings of light.
A ship, safely harbored, would remain futile,
In the voyage of life.

This heart would taste no wine of ecstasy.
O heart, break, break, break every chain,
that anchors me to the harbor.

O heart, break, break, break every fetter,
set me out in the wild sea.
This safety is not my nest, my wild desire is.
Sail, sail, sail through the turbulent sea,
For there, I will sense my beloved, eternal.
There, I will sense my eternal lover.

In the storm is the bliss, in the wild, the peace.
O, heart, this torment goes in the quiet space,
Shall I rest or shall I sail?
For such pleasure, there is, in this pain.
such a mix it is of delight and fear.

In the wild tides comes the peace,
For this is a voyage with my beloved,
The calm in a world of chaos.

Ah! Is this a cry of pleasure or pain?
Is this a storm and a shelter, at the same time?
The whipping winds, the wild seas,
yet the waves of passion call me wild.

O, soul, is this a voyage in the sea,
or a voyage of homecoming?
O, soul, speak to me, speak to me now,
in this stormy a moment, will I stay anchored,
or will I set sail, faraway into the wild?

'I Sense My Thirst'...Excerpt
Jayita Bhattacharjee