The sea

Standing at the sea shore, facing it I wonder, it is so much similar to living... this standing at the shore.


Only the person who stands through small and big waves, breezes and wild, strong winds; getting his feet buried deeper in the sand all the while, can see the hopes in the optimistic, wonderful morning... okay may be a hard sun but nonetheless a bright sun, the romantic evening, the intelligent evening, the dark night, the cold night, the starry night, the night full of dreams, the inspiring, hinting, promising moon.


The one who walks away misses out on all of these.




Note: This is something I had written in 2004. Pardon the dreamyness.