Observing the uncanny sea waves wrestling with each other proclaim rivalry as they roar through the buffeting gales is no less than watching a war.
They rise like jeweled swords hypnotized by moon lit sky, pouncing preferably, piercing through the enemy -bleeding avarice which coagulates and transforms the silver swaying sheets to smug ridden breath choking dark blankets.
Rhapsodic survivors continue the slaughter cajoled by dark brown ghosts of the shore glinting occasionally with gravitated silver shafts, looking like an enticing bejeweled throne during twilight, mere boulders anxious to receive its new master and feeling maudlin for the ones fallen in battle, dead.
Some are left behind and some reach the destination at last, forfeiting, once a powerful individuality to infinite, anonymous dots evaporating only to form the clouds of incessant covet waiting patiently for the seasons to change its course, again.
Makes me wonder, we inspire them or vice versa
-Pallavi
There is a never ending chase everywhere for everything!