Into The Waves

By Mrs. Ruchi Agarwal

There's high-low tide,

bump in every ride.

In fast-slow motion,

it continues the rotation.

One after the other, endlessly. Like a roaring ghost, fearlessly. Washing the shore in calmth. Peacefully lathering in froth. Settles down the fury,

until reaches the end in hurry. The resounding noise,

raising it's voice.

Washing away all the distress, the ongoing head goes to rest. How motionless it feels!

Undisturbed tranquility goes still. When the endless ocean flows, with timeless tides in a row.

The two, twinning in orange, when the sun meets the ocean. The heart meets the soul The shadow of the sailing boats, in the middle of the water bowl.

There is heaven on earth! It's worth taking birth.

Mirror like specular reflection. The glittering Ocean.

For a while,

birds fly around the sun, bathing in gold, in clum.

The soft gentle breeze,

Fluttering to increase.

Prevailing darkness in sometime. But the waves are still alive. Rise ,roar,rush and throw, Into the waves I wish to go.

By Mrs. Ruchi Agarwal