Something i wrote 10 yrs back

The everenchanting love never dies but till the call comes from His home

Each night with tides the desire of touching thee rides..
But each ebb it flows back with a sigh
In vain it wishes to steer thru the sky..
Helpless but not hopeless the waves never lose the battle
hence with tide they arise to the moon's surprise never to settle

The grass over the ground lies bare
but adores the flower that blooms and stares
for some flowers are so innocent with a divine gloss
that its loveliest petals reflect the delicatest floss

That the grass would sometimes ponder
if it could ever touch that lovely wonder
But with this wish to caress the elite
it gets crushed under some ignorant feet..

But still every fortnight the waves splatter
And the grass grows ceaselessly sans fetters
Untill some drought shall dry the lagoon
and the grass shall wither on a summer afternoon.