The lighthouse

Lone guardian of the limitless ocean.
Helping sailors in navigation.

Away from  dangerous reefs and coastlines.
Towards safe harbour's confines.

The guiding light to the ships.
Braving endless journeys & trips.

Bellower of the mighty warning horns.
During treacherous, thunderous storms.

Protector of tired sailors' last hope.
Encouraging them to cope.

In the darkness of moonless nights.
With merciful bright lights.

Standing tall for centuries till now.
Withstanding nature's fury somehow.

Constant companion to loneliness of Moon.
Like a friend, a boon.

Witness to miracles of nature everyday.
 It was there, it is here, it will stay.

The Seascape

Cool clouds embrace the warmth of the  setting Sun golden, turning the ocean to liquid molten.
White froth of the waves, slither on the golden sand, quenching its thirst again and again.

Coyly hiding within the descending dusk,  ever evasive horizon waits for the sky to rush.
To hold on to it one last time before they merge, for a while, later to diverge.

Last impression of the Sun floats on the ocean like gold, time slips away quietly, difficult to hold.
Sunshine withers away slowly, fading the sight,  can hardly fathom the beholder's  immense delight.

Dusk finally descends, engulfing sky and horizon as one. When one cannot be made out from another.
Only Dawn has the magical key to separate them again. When the Sunlight ignites the sky and ocean, and boundaries remain...till dusk again.

                                      Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal

Journey of life.

The first thing that caught my attention in this photograph was the cloud formation. It looked like smoke coming out of a steam locomotive moving towards the fog for an undisclosed location. Other factors were the amount of water everywhere. The calmness of the sea, the sailboats. The vermillion sky covering everything like a blanket and the ring of gold in the sky. And finally the acknowledgement of the fact that even if time seems to have stopped for a moment in a picture, it is the only thing that always keeps moving forward, never once looking back.

Chugging engine of time, blowing clouds in the past. Catching up with future slowly, amidst the fog of mysteries.

Venturing into the unknown, like the depths of ocean. In present but calm, like sailboats sailing on gentle rippling waves.

Wind directing the course of life, towards pain or pleasure only we can decide, for it's within us and not outside.

Vermilion umbrella of sky protecting innocence. Rings of sunshine like wedding bands committed to adventures.

Vast expanse of water, capricious but in nature. Resembling life, bellowing  new challenges everyday.

Past, present and future; survived, living and anticipating right now, right here!

Photo Credits Go To Shaishav Agarwal.

Dusk to Dawn.

The setting Sun sets ablaze the trees; diving into the horizon, splashing evening in its wake.

Fire in the sky douses from red to orange, orange to pink, pink to purple; finally a midnight blue.

Twilight waits patiently for the Moon to rise; for the silver fingers will caress it to sleep tonight.

Lady night descends gracefully in her dress, jet black; stars sparkling like sequins in her gown.

Owls hoot, crickets sing, fireflies dance ,decorating the trees; it's time for nocturnal glee.

Moon shoots up, turning oceans into liquid silver; irresistible, its pull, tides rise to kiss the moonlight.

Calm engulfs, living sleep; while dawn breaks the silence with chirping of birds.

Horizon sets ablaze, sky catches fire; oceans bleed red, reflecting the ball of fire.