Friends , a short poem in praise of the skill of the surf-rider, an art which requires dedication to achieve perfection ! I have used two simple surfing terms here , the 'wakeboard' & 'cutbacks' which are self explanatory . Hope you will like it . Dedicated to all my readers on this site . -Raj
THE SURF-RIDER !
THE SURF-RIDER !
See him riding gallantly the crest of
waves ,
With dexterity and poise and flowing
grace !
He rises to descend, to rise once more,
As the waves keep rolling towards the
shore !
Like those surfs the rider continues his
mellifluous dance ,
Be it in England, in Spain or in France ;
Riding high on waves as if in a trance !
The wind churns up the waves as it rises
and swells ,
As the rider maneuvers his wakeboard
riding the crests before it breaks !
Like a gymnast he executes strong cutbacks
- to reverse his turn ,
His spirit dominate as the waves rise and
churn !
He did take his time to perfect this art ,
Having loved the sea and the surf from the
very start !
He learnt to live in moments just like those
dancing waves ,
Floating on their crests as his blood within
raves !
Those surfs like musical notes rise up and
fall ,
Where some surfs are short and others tall !
Like a philharmonic conductor par-excellence ,
He commands those waves with his skilful
presence !
Friends, riding on Time’s moments is no mean
art ,
But like the Surf-rider one must make a gallant
start !
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
E-Mail: rajnandy21@yahoo.in
surf riders like an excellent piece of music rising to a crescendo and the gradual fall is a excellent creation,almost rising like those waves in the sea.great write here.loved it !
Excellent write! Each line depicts a picture. Liked the words "Those surfs like musical notes rise up and fall".
feel like the waves !!!! another mastery, kind sir!
Very nice description. Could visualize every line.
Interesting metaphor here Raj. Riding the waves of time we all become the surfer in his gallant start. A bit wordy but nonetheless a great message. A poet friend...RH Peat
A lovely lesson in the end with beautiful images that make this piece soulful . One wonders whether he is surfing or reading
In a previous write, you have taught us the essence of Zen, I think this beautiful poem is a complementary lesson.Love it, thank you for share.
Very very beautiful poetry...as beautiful as surfing...
Friends, riding on Time’s moments is no mean art , But like the Surf-rider one must make a gallant start ! ......Meaningful words.....great write on surfing Raj...thanks a lot for this superb work
I couldn't surf in a 100 years but I really admire the dexterity, the spirit, theZen and dedication of the surfer. Your poem is a good dedication to the surfer.
Beautiful poem, RAJ ! It is not as easy as people would think, even the well-trained surf-riders rise up and fall...to be good in surfing, one has to find the exact balance between air, water and the waves is a very very difficult exercise and so is our life. One word: Brilliant!
very true his adventurous spirit dominates in this ride
A picturesque write-up Raj." His spirit dominate as the waves rise and churn ! "... lines to be cherished forever in a man's life. Well done Raj. Life's philosophy is embodied althrough...!!!
Great description of surfing,living on the eastern coast of Australia surfing is next to godliness for healthy kids...regards
as usual, good and informative. shan
Love the stigma of sensation always present in ur writings and the thrill of kissing the waves..
Love the way you have captured the energy and thrill of surfing the waves... and also the underlying metaphors
Wonderful imagery and a beautiful tribute to surfing! It is a dangerous though apparently thrilling sport! This is delightful and inspiring. I quite enjoyed it.
Lovely images!
Wonderful image fly! Cat
Great imagery in this poem about the surf rider of the waves thanks
the words and rhythm as sportive as the contents
Excellent...well written!
Raj, once again a beautiful verse telling of the magic of the surfer letting us know it is more than just a game of something to do...Just wonderful, I say again. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing
very nicely written and great advice in the end too. thanks for sharing.
Thanks my dear Friends for all your kind comments ! Oskar has asked me a meaningful question ! Well dear Oskar we are the rider on this seesaw of life ! Let us not sink or be left behind ! As Nimal says - the ocean is deep ! And we have miles go before we sleep ! - Raj
I have also watched them many times and admire their dedication to the sport. You describe we ll Raj.
elegant work, am I the wave or the rider
Really fantastic and I watched the wonderful ride with concentration..........Ocean is deep rider must not forget that?
I've watched them so often, and admired their skill. lovely performance.
A wonderful ride with your very apt words on surfers dear Raj. I see them at the local beach and often and think them so brave.
A Surf-rider is a man of concentration... he is somebody like a Zen Buddhist when he rides on the surf...
A beautiful poem penned so proficiently with such vivid imagery that while reading it, I felt I was a surf rider! The analogies used here of "a philharmonic conductor" and of "riding on Time’s moments" are remarkable. The mellifluent rhyme scheme and rhythm make the poem lively and interesting.
A fine dedication to the surf-rider Raj...tfs
A wonderful tribute to the surf-rider and in Australia because of all the beaches it is popular. I have always admired surf riders and you weave picturesque images to give more insight into the rhythm and artistry of the surf-rider. Thank you for sharing this poem Raj~