THE OCEAN....

         

                                 THE OCEAN

                 The ocean is an epic poem,

            A work of the supreme author,

              A classic in its own right,

            Printed in the book of Nature.

           A metaphor for profound depth,

             And seemingly endless span,

             Sending vibes of  inspiration,

            With its perennial sounds and motion.

                 Is the mightiest of the mighty,

             A monarch among monarchs, 

            Managing  an enormous empire,

            With utmost skill and care.

 

              The sky may well be proud of,

               Its  matchless array of  lights,    

              The sun, and the moon and stars,

               Being part of its vast treasure.

                But the Earth isn't less blessed,

                Having this unparalleled  gift,

                So rich, unique, and wholesome

                  As part of its own assets!   

              

            

            

WRITING

                 

                           Writing came back to me,

                        As much-needed succour,

                        When at a stage in my journey,

                         My spirits began to wither.

                          

                          When I felt  too down and tired,

                        To keep pace with the wheel of time, 

                       The road ahead seemed lost in the dark,

                             Without a single spark.
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                        As if the journey had come to an end,

                           With no option but to stop forever,

                        And sit gloomily in some  dark corner,

                            Away from life's adventures.

                    

                             Strangely, my pen didn't agree with me,

                              And holding my hand like a true friend,

                              Whispered to me, it wasn't the end,.

                                But the beginning of a new venture.

                            That the road itself  never comes to an end,

                              But  takes turns towards new avenues,

                             As, when old songs get lost in the past ,

                           New melodies break forth from the heart.

                                 My wilting spirit took the wisdom well,

                                 That helped me resume my old passion,

                                 Of reading and writing  to explore new paths 

                                 Leading to a world of unknown wonders.