The Dark Bay

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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 what holds us stiff ? .
“Darkness, dulled my mind
 maybe I couldn’t accept such a random change ,
 Or  maybe the reality was too piercing ,
 Am i addicted to ‘now’ ,
 Irrespective of ‘next’ or ‘then’ ,
Okay , I’m just unable enough,
To take the spell , the wand of time twisted” ..
My thoughts spoke .
That’s how we regret, paying no heed to the PERMANENT glows . There’s no harm to love the moment, but definitely injuries if we don’t accept the limiting period of its existence.
More bright a smile , if we locate what’s there , tomorrow and ever after
And less broken , if we accept what’s there
Now and never after .

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