The sea never stops
to explain that it’s constant pulsing is the only thing that keeps some people sane at night.

The sea never stops
to show mercy to those caught up in its depths, knowing what they were heading into from the start.

The sea never stops
to try and change its blazing ferocity to calm still. It is what it is, it exists for no one's pleasures.

The sea never stops
to bleed out its glistening cobalt and switch it to emerald, to gold or ruby.

The sea never stops
to ponder on it’s own vastness, to feel remorse for creatures whom dislike her embrace.

The sea never stops
her infinite journey

and neither should you.

There was a sun
behind  'The Sun'
that burned a little differently.
There was a sun
farther away,
that shone a little differently.

No source of light
No source of warmth
Was not the benevolent of nature.
There was a sun
who looked a lot like you
A sun, of higher stature.

Fierce soldier, fighting hard
Cared not, feared not
the tides, the moon, the death lake.
Would burn and melt and heat and bake
Cared not, feared not
about anyone, but his dear snowflake.

He moved about,
round and round
unlike the many others.
Spellbound by the softness
of the snow ,the tempted young sun
couldn't stay any farther.

And thence moved,
the imperious sun
at a steady but leisurely pace.
Towards the wishful
and restless snowflake
who waited for his wordless embrace.

This twosome of heat and frost
wasn't meant to be
said the Mighty Lord.
Disregarding the Lord's words
The fervid sun said
"We shall be together against all odds"

Hesitant and anxious
were the first touches,
strong was this polarized attraction.
Melted the snow on the Sun's surface,
He couldn't stop this
unintentional percolation.

She gave her life
To the infinite sun
Though ,In his core she was reborn.
Calmed his inferno, the snowflake
Outstretched her empty hands again,
Cooled down the sun's wrath, like she had sworn.

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If words could talk, they would say that my heart
has surpassed an eclipse
I was obscured by my own insecurity and
inability to function without you, so much so
that I thought
maybe if you left I would break in two
and again into four
until the pieces of me became as extinct as
the beating hearts of the dead
my undulating and infinite obligation to have to love you
is in fact not an obligation at all,
it is a desire
and an inclination for your paternal approval
your sturdy as rock disposition
is the foundation that keeps me tall at 5ft2
I love you papa and perhaps before
you never knew
just how much you mean to me
but now you know there is nothing stronger
than my fierce ability to protect you
as you have protected me

every day of my life