The Castaway.

Yes:There were they,
just sailing through,
a reflection ,a flare,
a war-dance away.
They:bit players, strumming
 a rhapsody of faith,
a litany of loss,
and,the dirge
of  a doleful giving -in.
And I ,
a bare-clad lad,
eyes welling over,
turned, lonely, inwards,
a real-life Crusoe,
said `yes' to my island,
feeding brooding swallows,
and weary,
just waved them away....

The Sea-shore

Floating far ,far above
the good-bye moment,
looking, longing ,
at retracting waters
of receding dreams ,
I smile.....sand in my shoes:
Take in the splashy spray,
the flume of colours,
the beading bubbles,
the empty sea-shell--
now a promise----
of a virginal pearl,
and ,bending,
lovingly trace
the soft contours
of an unwashed name........