A young lady and the sea

Nothing pleases me more than a visit to the sea. Even if only in the mental state, the mere sight of waves upon sand is enough to soothe these tight nerves and ease this tired mind.

It doesn’t take long, perhaps a minute or two, before I sit myself upon the soft grains. I watch, as the water comes towards me, yet never really touching the tips of my toes, before giving way to a younger generation. The retreat is as beautiful as, if not more than, the coming of a new wave, as the in-between periods leave shards of diamonds and crystals, glistening in the sun.

I look up further, to see the horizon. The place where water meets sky. Sometimes, it is hard to tell where exactly the line is, as if Nature blurred the boundary on purpose, telling us in her usual subtle way, that there are no real boundaries in her world, just as all things are never truly just black and white.

I look up more, and I see the sky in all its magnificence. It is grey, as grey as the water seems today. They say we see colours according to how we feel. We see blue skies even on rainy days, if we have rainbows in our hearts. Perhaps this day, my heart has a little tinge of grey, mixed with unidentfied hues of light orange and yellow. A small hope in a rather dull unfeeling moment, perhaps?

I close my eyes now, and at once I feel the breeze. A soft wind, whispering sweet nothings in my ear. The gentle sounds of water forming patterns in the moist sand. A cool spray of seamist touches lightly on my face, and as I lick my lips, a saltiness reminds me of where I am.

I open my eyes again only when I feel my toes getting cold. I see the water lapping at my feet, teasing me. A sudden gust of wind lifts my hair off my face, splashing salty drops on my cheek. Let go of your worries, the sea seems to say. You can be as free as the wind, your dreams as vast as the seas, your goal as high as the skies.

I love the sea. Don’t you?

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Photo credit: Taken by a budding director, in some remote part of Malaysia.

shadowplay

In darkness you see light. In light you see darkness. That’s how it is, baby, that’s how it is. It’s not just a game for physicists to play with, not just a song for lightbulbs to sing. It’s a show of affection, of two lovers that can never be one, and yet never be apart.

Who is to say, my dearest, that we aren’t meant for each other? When we so clearly link, attach and bond together. You’ll never leave me, I know, don’t say another word. Don’t waste these precious moments pledging your love to me, for I need none of it.

We are two worlds, they say, oh how they say. I am the moon, you are the sun, separated for eternity. But you know as I do, my love, that we are soulmates. Two spirits intertwined, forever embraced in each others arms. For there can be no Miss Luna with no Ms Sunshine, and day would be too empowering, with no coolness of night.

We can never be one, yes, that is the sad truth. But we cannot be without the other, and let no one tell you any different.

Don’t fear the dark, my dear, the dark is beautiful.

For it is in the shadows, we play.