By Disha Ransingh
It’s a timeless sapphire that skims and sails shoreless
Like it’s misty eyes just gaze at the sky for a blue lotus blush on the surface
It also wets itself with drizzles of amber and tangerine shades
when darkness reigns and a fearful sun drowns and hides in its arcade
But the heart of the ocean never accepts a chain-link fence
As it also befriends the twilight, for its waves let those moonbeam grace
Like on its wet canvas, the moon paints an unknown aurora’s face
Passionately, it even adorns its waves to keys of a ballroom piano
as the salt tinged breeze plays on it, until it touches the crescendo
but have we ever heard the faint lyrics that echoes in its core?
For all this time, the tides were just mythical when the depth roars deeper
We know it’s a vast wetness, where somewhere flows a dense drought inside
Just like a man’s eyes that beams to give his million teardrops a hide
We also let our eyes bask in that magnificent radiance of blue
But deep within commutes that shadowy black-grey part of blue
Somehow the ocean is a clone of that man’s intangible eyes
But still a man’s eyes is larger and deeper where broken pieces of secret lies
Like the ocean doesn’t age, but it always glimmers to grow
Yet the man fails to grow as the wrinkles and greys comes slow
For the ocean treasures some flashes of folklores, mysteries and histories
the man still finds himself trapped in shatterproof net of past miseries
Clandestinely, how a man hides a phantom under his candescence
The ocean submerges some devil like fins and fangs beneath the surface
Besides they both dwell some frosted glass and gemstones
But the ocean knows it very well, when the man intuits it as an unknown
If the ocean only drowns a cruise ship or a boat in its storm
Then why does a man drown himself in his self made storm?
For at least, the broken pieces of shipwreck is settled in the ocean floor
Cause a man can’t even settle his torn soul when the storm makes him unmoor.
By Disha Ransingh
Splendid!!