My two worlds
Have you ever tried jumping in and out of the shore waters? Of course you must have! How foolish of me to have asked you such a silly question! Anywhere in the world, there could be times, you must have been a silent spectator at the opera of the sea. Sometimes it's loud and boisterous, roaring like an angry lion to prove its supremacy. Sometimes it's silent and calm, slidding under your bare feet like a docile snail. Sometimes its totally mute, no sound of its ebb and flow. Really is it that different on diverse occasions? Or is it my mind that sees its mood reflected in the waves? On traumatic days, I see the waves crashing on the boulders making smooth pebbles of it. How tortuous, engulfing the waves are, that they erode the strong, rough surface to metamorphose into a burnished rock! Their untrammelled cruelty, changing the boulder to better. Inspite of the abuse by the waves, the rock stands solid, not moving as if desirous of the torment. My mind too loves the torments