The Dark Bay
Vast , and stringent, was there , a view of dipping sun into it’s cocoon . Just like nature , played it’s trump card to rule the entire casino. Calm water beds , miniature waves surfing through. A breeze carrying the aroma of utter freshness. I was there , standing on the far bay and my eyes, embedded like the strong mangrove roots , my vision echoed nothing but the crystal like view , to absorb all soothing captures i could . Well wait , I started with saying , the ‘sun dipping’ , am i not supposed to look at the ticking clock once and then raise my head to see the sun hidden , the darkness buttered over the loaf of sky ? . Wasn’t i , way engrossed into what was temporary ? . My mind, though injected that the serene wouldn’t last long, i favoured to stick to it till it led my view to darkness . Adorable isn’t it ,we always subtract mental piece from mental peace. You may read the previous line twice . Let’s for once , thank the bay , maybe the sand too , Why not appreciate...