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Like the Ship & the Sea


The ship sets sails one fine morning, into the golden yellow waters.
It looked doubly cheerful; and there was passion and exuberance.
After long, the anchors had been raised, screeching out of rust.
And slowly, the ship moved ahead, as the winds aided furtherance.

It danced along with waves, as the sea roared to the marine-beats.
The dolphins leaping up from its womb, like raring shooting stars.
The twitches and the turns in the air; and the plunge back into water.
Everything was so jolly about the ship, like a bird escaping the bars.

Sometimes it floated smoothly, as if taking a sunbath in peace.
Sometimes it pranced onto the waves, as they passionately mate.
Sometimes it struggled to fight, as if stunned by her sudden rage.
Sometimes it rippled on under the moon; as if ball-danced on a date.

There were times it got vexed over her and refused to move ahead.
She wouldn’t give up either; everything paused dead that moment.
No matter how much we would try, they would not see eye to eye.
We would leave it to them to decide, and find their lost love again.

Slowly and steadily, they come into rhythm, breezing ahead again.
As we march onto the unknown ends of this beautiful hidden world.
It again mingles into her realm, and we sail agog wherever she takes.
It is her charm that takes away this ship; it loses itself into her depths.

Sometimes she’s in a playful mood, and she splashes water on its deck.
It joins her in the play and rocks all the unaware innocent lives on ride.
Sliding left and then swinging right, as they jingle along and make love.
The masts struggle to hold upright, and the anchors threaten to strike.

Like the ship and the sea, we all live waiting so long for her to arrive.
Waiting to meet her someday, waiting destiny to unveil her beauty;
And then the magic flows, and we dance along in love and in bliss.
In all moments of passion and tiffs; I’m her ship and she is my sea.

© Manish Ranjan, 2015

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Love and the Ocean


Every evening we’d walk to that secluded beach… holding each other’s hands
We’d sit there for hours and talking about feelings, worries, love and beyond…
Admiring the vastness of the ocean and perplexed by its unknown depths…
The ocean, a lot similar to our love – was profound and boundless…

We had a special spot, marked by a heart shaped rock…
We had skillfully etched our names on it… making it symbolic…
Every evening we would watch the sunset and make a thousand promises…
Waves just reaching and feeling our feet- instilling peace and quiescence…

Many-a-couple would etch their names on the sand…
And the ocean would wash it away… sometime during the night…
But our heart shaped rock with our names… she wouldn’t harm it… ever…
As if, she wanted it to be there… as if she loved to see us together…

We both loved the sunset… and I loved watching her in tranquility and peace…
I loved to watch her hair flow, like the waves of the ocean, along with the breeze…
I loved her beautiful eyes looking beyond… and that serene smile on her face…
As it’d fill my heart with more and more love… and I would kiss her on her lips…

But a year later, things changed… we left each other… breaking our hearts…
I stopped walking to the beach… stayed back spending lonely evenings…
It had been months since we had last visited our favorite spot…
I wondered how that place looked like… and if our love-rock was still there…

So that day I decided to break-free from my room of loneliness…
And walked aloof to the beach… everything flashed back… our love and togetherness…
And when I reached there, that rock was missing… I looked for it everywhere…
Like the names of lovers on the sand… the ocean had finally, washed it away…

© Manish Ranjan, 2015