The Rising Tides ....

An ocean, a wide spread blue water glazing angrily beneath a burning red hot sun as well as playing with itself like a born baby under the cool white radiant moon. How can something change so suddenly in no time. A hot wavy ocean in morning, vibrant red in twilight and sleeping like a tired kid in the night. There are various phases an ocean go thru in a day itself. From high rise to the no rise is wat an ocean experience.

An emotion curtailed by us is enclosed in a closed cell. Love, envy, anger, hatred, guilt all are part of this wave of emotional tide. Sometimes zero to sometimes untouchable, a vivid and kinda surprising to see the rise and fall in a null time. Is this a part of this infinite ocean engulfing whatever is given to.

In the amid life of a person there is always a rise and fall with mixture of some ups and downs continuously. The strength to rise up and the power with which we hit the bottom is truly something which is unexplained. The joy and happiness in the high tide is exemplary and it is the nature of a person to think, to remain the same high always, but is it so simple ... The hight to reach high is unknown and the pull of moon is unknown ... Climbing up and up with some jerks is the tides play ... The rising tide indeed ...

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