Blue Salts

Catching the breeze at night ,
I admired the ocean's beautiful sight.

My existence has been a caravan of tides,
So far, so much , it is always a stride.

I sat on the sands, hearing what the waters say,
it flowed on its own pace, with a hope - a ray.

The gigantic aqua ripples in the middle and calmly at the bay,
only to be back strong to fight another day .

It kisses my feet leaving the sea shells behind,
like the memories that are irreplaceable in our minds.

I picked up the shells carefully choosing the best in shape and size,
unlike life who doesn't give us a choice.

I still kept the beautiful ones and thanked blues for the gifts ,
traversed back to a old life with a new shift.

O' the wavy , salty, mighty - filled with true self and substance extend beyond breakers,
You gave me a meaning and I am your indebt taker,

Catching the breeze at night,
This time, I kissed the ocean's beautiful sight.

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