Sunday, 24 April 2011

An ancient story of everyday

An ancient story of everyday

The day is breaking into a crimson dusk,
The blue merging into the orange pink hues,
The sea stretches to the horizon in hopes of meeting the sky.
The shore dipped in love, gives itself to the sea,
The  sea unloving, takes away life and leaves the dead sprawled on the shore.
Since years the Shore has begged the Sea;
Since years the Sea has loved the sky.
Neither attaining what one wishes to have, nor belonging where the heart lies.
Reflecting the rays of the sun on itself, shore tries to attract the sea…..
Amazed at its ethereal beauty, the sea hurries to attract the sky.
Tired and spurned, the sea returns to the shore in the night,
Caressed by the all giving lover, rejuvenated she returns to the skies,
Day after day and each night, since eternity and till it dies,
The shore waits endlessly for the Sea, with silent sighs.
Joyous at dusk, the shore lives on; for those moments
Eager Sea waits for the dawn to meet the sky.
Most of us evade as the Sky
Some of us are the Sea,
Very Few, like the Shore, stand by.
-      Amrita Singh

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