How I see her….

Her eyes see me in a way,
no one else did or will see.
Like a cool gust on a summer day,
they pacify my torment and misery.
The waves of the ocean are the curls of her hair,
Lips are rose petals,
and her teeth are pearls to be fair.
Her presence is gleaming warmth in this cold and dusky abyss.
A candle in the dark,
to a sunrise, an ocean’s kiss.

The snowy night and The Knight

It was a snowy night, crummy and bleak

When the oceans cried and mountains felt weak

Murky skies, moonlight grew dim

The cold air was cursed and stank of grim

This night was the most precarious I had seen

My soul cried blood to the horrors obscene

I, the child of the eternal flame

FAITH as my armour and ‘KNIGHT’ in my name

I wielded the sword of HOPE with the witt of a thousand suns

I survived the long dreadful night but I bled out my expectations

I, the ‘KNIGHT’ still stand strong though I paid a steep price

The snowy night has passed and I hope to see the sunrise

A Damn Good Sailor

The sail is torn by the thunderstorms, the mast has been broken by the recurring gust. The hull is punctured, the paddles are heavy and you are tired. You, who are smashed and torn apart by the very tides you once sailed. You, who once stood tall and proud on this very ship which is almost about to sink. You, who would sail to the unknown waters fearlessly, is tired and lost. You, who after all this keep rowing and hoping. You must be a damn good sailor.