The Story of the Ocean


Waves were washing the shore
With the same ancient patience
As they did for thousand years

And she sat there beside the water
Her eyes fixed on a spot on horizon
Imitating the vast patience
Of the gleaming ocean

She had sat there for so long
She couldn’t remember when it all started
For her long story, had never been stated

The ocean had recognized her
And so it approached timidly
Ashamed for it had nothing to bring to her
One more time, no comfort or no remedy

Yet she sat in silence
Her gaze dropped to her feet
Where the ocean washed them quietly
As to show it’s condolence

Sparkles on the surface of the ocean
Reflected in her deep green eyes
As her wet gaze searched the ocean over
To see something she had missed
She might have missed
She must have missed

But,
There was nothing else to see
Only the eternally torturing beauty

And then the ocean receded
It could no longer touch her
For the ocean itself, never knew that much depth
Never saw that much sorrow on the Earth’s surface
It’d never hear that much pain, it heard in her silence

So it flowed back to the vastness
Until she was devoured by the darkness
But the ocean knew she was still waiting
For something which was never coming
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The ocean rushed back to the shore
Carrying the little object carefully
It had never once for sure
Treated something that tenderly

And there she was, lying on the sand
Unaware of the ocean’s gift
Waves touched her out-stretched hand
Waiting for her to sit up
And to see what the ocean had brought

But then, the ocean saw
Her eyes, still fixed on the horizon
Despair froze the ocean
For it had recognized her stare
From all that men drowned in its water

Her eyes were still blazed with sparkle
Yet the depth had gone
Only two glassy orbs
Showing her last emotion
A desperate yearning, for consolation

The little bottle, lightly touched her hand
The sun shone generously on the paper inside
And there they both were
The thing she waited all her life
Stood inches away from her fingers
And yet,
It was too late, to make a difference...