Just when one strong ship needs a shoulder as an anchor, and a soul for the sea-bed, the tectonic plates of the sea bed go into fury, and the anchor becomes an ice-berg. Ready to devastate, and kill the iota of ray of life that might be there. Saving is too big to ask for, when even consolation is missing.
A night passes by but the sun rays don't bring hope, instead they bring to the fore the harsh reality of the devastation that occurred...the iceberg stands tall and the ship wrecked, and the iceberg still has its last laugh in its ego.
Happiness is not at sea, it is at bay.
The ship might sink, soon enough...
3 comments:
Your words (if not intended to be a fiction) are so contrary to the person I knew. That person was unsinkable and had the capacity to melt the iceberg just with the passion spilling out of her eyes.
But again I now know that your late 20s are meant to mould and twist you in a way such that the next 20 years whizz by seamlessly.
I am just beginning to see the point of so much pain (in various forms) in my life.
Lots of love and positive energy on your way.
From,
Vidhya
Time is a teacher, a mirror and a healer.
Making time my best companion these a days, with of course some good novels. ;-)
Everything is indeed a matter of time...
Listen to "peace of mind" by Above and Beyond with the lyrics ON...
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