Saturday, March 17, 2018


The hues come by,
As captured by the eye.
Reflected on the ocean blue
So dark, the horizon demarcates the view
Of the blues and the elements.
A distant light shimmers,
Seducing the vessel playing
To whims of the mighty waves waving.
Gusts of wind, however,
Have a different plan altogether.
As the carrier sways playfully
Back and forth to the rhythm
Of nature, amidst the disharmony,
The focus returns to the light.
Solace, it seeks foremost;
Before sailing back in the hues again,
Before departing off the coast.

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