Hiding behind mountains of words,
Or dams of silence,
Outbursts of emotions.
Harbouring the electric energy,
Dangerous for sure,
Mend the cracks,
Lone guardian of the limitless ocean.
Helping sailors in navigation.
Away from dangerous reefs and coastlines.
Towards safe harbour’s confines.
The guiding light to the ships.
Braving endless journeys & trips.
Bellower of the mighty warning horns.
During treacherous, thunderous storms.
Protector of tired sailors’ last hope.
Encouraging them to cope.
In the darkness of moonless nights.
With merciful bright lights.
Standing tall for centuries till now.
Withstanding nature’s fury somehow.
Constant companion to loneliness of Moon.
Like a friend, a boon.
Witness to miracles of nature everyday.
It is there to Stay.
Can eyes capture beauty? Can beauty be beheld?
Is beauty a joy for ever? Even for the beholder?
Does one mean everything, for The One, for the rest of their lives?
Do promises hold their ground, do they survive?
Can love stand the test of time? Can time really fly?
Can love be summarized? Or is it just glorified?
Can time heal all wounds? Can wounds not leave scars?
Not leave any hint of pain? Inflicted through egoistical disdain?
Does love mean the whole world for us? Does it grow roots?
Does it make one grow fonder? Or compiling years make it wander?
Do lives get entwined with each other? Do two hearts beat as one?
Do souls find their mates for ever? Do they exist always together?
To each his own, answers to questions vexed.
Everyone’s idea of love, differs from the next.
What matters most is the experience of love.
Either momentarily or for eternity.
Love heals broken hearts and souls, back to whole.
Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.
White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.
Coyly hiding within the descending dusk, ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.
To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while only to re-emerge.
Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.
Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight, can hardly fathom the beholder’s immense delight.
Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.
Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain…till dusk again.
Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal