Can you feel...
the invisible force
when below you
wavy layers- awakening
rising, aspiring, crushing
falling back yet trying again
never giving up;
that unending struggle
chasing their dream-
to reach the moon,
only to fall -tired
back in the lap of earth
brimming with hope
and everlasting strength
to pursue, to reach
heights of the blue beyond;
the wind, aiding this pursuit
pushing the mist, carrying it
up and high- beyond boundaries
marked by visible horizon
in vain attempts, to make
ends meet, admiring
since eons- the yearning
of the burning sun, and the
wet sea, basking in its heat;
flirting with the moon-
its harlot, pursues both
hot and calm with even
intensity, as it aims to reach
the zenith- where its passions reside
to shine with the sun
during the day, to sleep
in arms of moon at night;
The lady of sky, green
and blue with jealousy-
anxiously observes this longing
for it craves the warm touch
way more than the ocean
thus rotates, dancing defensively
as each day becomes night
and each night becomes day,
pushing the ocean sideways
in vain attempt- forbidding lovers
from looking in each other's eyes,
leaves the moon fascinated-
enchanted by her charm
it swirls around the earth
fighting for attention
playing hide and seek
waxing and waning every
fortnight, flirting with the ocean
on nights of full bloom
only to win its one true love;
Meanwhile, the stars twinkle
amazed over these complex
yet simple cycles, of love
and attraction, of desires and
pursuits, of flirting and seduction
on display- moving further on
the time curve, yet a familiar loop
repeating with each moment.
Maniishark 