Skip to main content

Endless Blue Sea

The endless blue sea,
Lying in front of me,
Something that isn't fully seen,
Is my love for him the same?
Just as the sight of sea,
Brings calmness to my soul,
His sight quickens my heart,
Yet I still compare them both,
The waves that add beauty to the sea,
The curls of his hair add to his beauty,
The divine blue waves washing against the sand,
Soothes my eyes,
And so does the sight of him in black,
The waves crashing against each other,
Soothes my ears,
And so does his voice

A sea of endless blue before my eyes, 
Its vastness stretches far beyond my sight, A world of wonders, 
mysteries and sighs, 
That fills my heart with wonder and delight.

The waves that dance upon its tranquil face, 
Like diamonds in the sun, 
they glisten bright, 
And all around me, 
I can feel the grace, 
Of this majestic force that's full of might.
The wind that blows across its vast expanse, 
Whispers secrets of the world below, 
Of creatures strange and wondrous in their dance, 
Of corals, shells, and seaweed all aglow.
And though I stand in awe of all I see, 
I know this sea is but a part of me.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Are you mine forever?

What was it, That made me believe you were mine? Was at the time you held me? Was it the time you kissed me? Was it when you scolded me? I want to know the answer, I want to ask you a question, We may fight like there is no tomorrow, We may love like there is no tomorrow, And I would defenitily say,  who knows if there is a tomorrow? A never ending green meadow, A beautiful little house,  And everything you ever wanted, I want to gift them to you,  My eternal love, I can't part with you,  I break down as the thought enters me, Your voice, Your laughter, echos in my ears, your name rolls on my tongue, Cause I know,  Everytime I call you, You will hear me, So stay beside me, Stay with me, And answer the question, Not like my parents, But as the companion you always were, To me. ~SRUTHAKIRTI.M

The Dead and the War

In the end, The dead isn't counted, The lived ones are praised, Little do they know the pain,  Of the dead, The litres of blood, That was shed isn't counted, The lost honour of women, Cannot be restored, The dead fought for the leader, But did he fight for the dead? They say the dead watch over us,  Would they be ashamed of us now? Jealous of us? That we won't die unremembered, The war fought in the cold, The war fought in the heat, The war fought for women, The war fought for wealth, All have the same outcome, Death of the innocent. ~SRUTHAKIRTI M

सपना

सपना, हिम्मत देती है हमे, उड़ना सिखाता है हमें, जीना भी सिखाता है।  सपना, हमें सोने नहीं देते, हारना  नहीं देते, जीना सिखाता है, उड़ना भी।  सपना, हर एक के दिल में होता है, पर हासिल सिर्फ कुछ ही करते है, और हम चाहते है की, हम उस कुछ लोगोंमें से एक हो।  सपना, मेरी ताक़त भी है, मेरी कमज़ोरी भी, पर हासिल थो करके ही रहेंगे।  सपना, हिम्मत देती है हमें, उड़ना सिखाता है हमें,[ और जीना भी।