Purple and pink
glooms of hope
spark in what
I like to call life.
But my sweet darling
this is no life to live.
Full of regrets
that sail across
the passive mind.
Only to relive
what once wasn't
yellow and orange
juicy drinks
at the beach
with stars above.
The colorful hope
serves limited time
but at last it gives
an after glow.

Life is a boat
You are sailing in the journey of life
With people in your boat.
At some point of time
These people will leave for two reasons,
One, set you free, help you sail far
Two, for new people to enter in.
There is no use of holding onto them.
You have to let old go
For new to come in.
Sometimes you might find yourself alone
On a stormy sea
But don't be scared
Someone will accompany you soon
Sometimes the journey might be rough or get caught in a storm
You have to hold on  instead
Of jumping in the sea.
You need to go through a storm
To reach your dream island.

Distant lights at the horizon,
At the shore with longing;
Once a sail, a sail forever.

Hope alike the burning stars,
Afar, afar but dying;
Once a death, a death forever.

Dreams, vibrant with colours,
The real lacking indeed;
Once a grim, a grim forever.

And, you and I will never
Ever, ever, ever
Be together.


-- Eleanor

Sail away with me
away to the distant sea.
Sail away
to the tunnels of the bay.

Sail away with me
to the ocean deep.
Let the waves flow
to the islands we go.

Sail away with me
and let your hair go free.
Sail away and on
until the world is gone.