Dear Ocean that is me

 

Pic: National Geographic

I call you an ocean because some days I 

cannot figure out your depth or your shallowness,

Do you run so deep that most people

drown at first trial

Is it that you are so deep and so dark

That nobody can survive you and 

Your enormity!!

Or is that you are shallow that no ship can anchor

Mightily!!

Or that ship and light boats are waved around in your expanse

Which is it, dear ocean that is me?

Because, I have watched from ashore.

Spectators admire the blue ocean,

Some even stare into the deep heart of the 

ocean

While other stare and try touching the waters,

When the water forms little ripples or it rumbles,

Most ran way, others watch from a distance, 

swallowed by the enormity of the waves

They stay and stare. Agape.

With eyes filled with wonder,

Dear ocean that is me, is that what you are good for?

A spectacle for the spectators

A wonder for the thrill seekers

Another adventure for the ocean explorer

All who dare  not enter the shores?

Dear ocean that is me, who are you really?

You remain untouched, dear ocean

Your beauty unexplored. Admired from afar

No fisherman dares see whats underneath the waters

No explore seeks to understand your treasures

     Buried underneath

    Even the pearls deep under

No diver dares get into your depth

Dear ocean that is me, What is so scary about you!?

I give up, Every thing Stolen

 

Days have come, days have gone by,

But 

This is is the day I finally, give up, everything

Everything stolen 

I mean the little episodes of sunshine and smile,

That do not belong to me, but the person whose actually makes you smile

Yes, I am giving up, because, the sun shines for the while,

And then and suddenly,

It goes dim on me, and

I am left in darkness and cold

Very cold,

Forced to hide my wears before the darkness finally catches up with me,

Yes, some days, I am left with a fever I cannot heal,

I give up, sunshine and smile that does not belong to me

Even when I take years, 

Some glories aint mine, I am accepting that today,

A lended glory is as good as the lender's comfort.

How did I get this comfortable?

Yet, I keep on waiting.

For a day of coffee, another day a phone call, another day a good message,

Just days, 

Just episodes 

Of little sunshine, 

A sun that cannot shine when I rise up in the morning and I am cold

And wanting of warmth 

A sun that cannot even dry the cold sheets of my heart, 

Useless at best

I give up, the stolen compliments,

If I was the prettiest thing 

or the bestest thing

or the thing of most value 

Why would I need to steal?

Waking up to call yourself a thief is no small fete 

It is from tired bones,

And a mind that refuses to settle for the little

or the back handed morsel, stolen

And loaded with a lie

Escorted with a handful of sand to cover the eyes

The ears too,

I give up, I refuse

Anything stolen. 

I am certain

I am calling myself out

I am telling myself

Enough is enough.

Give it all up. 

Even the sun 

I will stay in the dark, unafraid.