The sun shines and throws warmth on my face,
It feels like you’ve held my hand,
The long trail of glimmering water that leads from the oars to the horizon,
Golden. Orange. Flickering, but ever-present.
No matter where I go, the path to the sun follows,
Beckons me at moments, stays aloof at others;
Waves jump at me at times, spraying me all over,
They die under the boat at times.
Reminds me of you, really.
The way you never let me go, the way you’re always there for me.
The way you need me at times, and stay distant at some moments.
The way you pour out the torrents of your emotions at me at times,
And stay silent at other moments.
I think it’s most primal of all traits of woman and man,
To be like the sea and the sun…
Ever changing, but ever together.
- Vinaykrishnan.
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