Secrets in the Ocean

Blue mixed with green, and waves collided with each other. The ocean was singing us a song; the lyrics were all the words that had been spilled in it and mixed with feelings of anguish, happiness, sorrow. Words that we had spilled. 

Often we fail to trust the people around us as we worry that our secrets may accidentally be shared with the public, that they won't remain secrets anymore. When we confide in someone there is always this worry in the back of our heads that the person may tell someone else.

But the ocean is different. The waters look so alluring as they lure you in along with all your secrets. It promises to keep each and every one of your secrets safe. 

So you drop them in, one by one. 

You watch your secrets get swallowed by the sea as they drown and drift further away from the surface. The ocean eats and drinks all of your secrets. It gobbles them greedily, unwilling to share it with anyone. Without dispensing them out. 

Your secrets will never come out from the depths of blue. They have gone too far and will stay hidden and locked in the drifting waters forever. They will dissolve and become one with the sea. 

The ocean eats your secrets. Drinks them all. Swallows them all.

So spill. Spill your secrets to the ocean. Let it take the burden for you. Let your secrets dissolve and drown with the rest of your worries. Spill. Spill some more. For the ocean yearns to eat more. 

Heyy guys! I'm back with another short story. Lately, I have been obsessed with writing stories about the ocean so many of my stories have references to the sea. 

Small disclaimer: I wrote this short story in March when I was on a cruise this year and I wrote it while literally looking at the ocean and listening to the waves. It really is very peaceful watching the sea. I'm sure I am not the only one who feels this way. See yall soon!    

The Sun's best friend

 

The waves splash gently along the shore, the sounds of the ripples echoing in the unnatural silence of the afternoon. Strangely, not even the kids were out on the beach today, the golden sand void of footprints. Not that it bothered me though. 

I always came to the ocean. It gave me the serenity that many yearn for desperately. There was something so calming, so alluring to just watch the sun dip in the ocean for a long-awaited bath. Even the sun gets tired after a long day of continuously spreading its warmth and light to a hundred different places all at once. And there is nothing like a nice bath to get rid of the exhaustion after working hard. 

Today was no different too. I would sit on the sand with my feet stretched out in the water, occasionally drawing mindless shapes while watching the sun darken as it gets ready for bed. I silently thank the golden orb for rising so early in the morning without fail just to do its job impeccably. I, not being an early bird could understand the pains of waking up early in the morning to go to school. 

The sun was touching the water surface now. Its fiery aura spread across the ocean, like colors spilling into the waters and turning it a deep shade of orange-red. Not every inch of the blue sea had turned red and it was at this moment that the ocean looked absolutely mesmerizing. Like a drip of golden tainting blue. 

Finally, the sun lets its exhaustion take control as it fully submerges into the sea, ready for its bath before bed. But it doesn't take away the light. No. The sun displays its selflessness and it never lets the world dives into darkness. Even in its absence, the sun leaves someone to take care of us. Someone whose light, though weaker than the sun, can still guide us through the black. The sun lets its best friend take the spotlight at night.

Everyone, welcome the Moon. 

It has a unique silver shade, a stark contrast to the golden orb that we so heavily depend on. A beautiful white color slowly travels in the water that was not even a second ago dark orange. A simple white dot is drawn onto a piece of black paper. But the moon is not alone. It is always accompanied by these tiny glittering charms stuck onto the black paper. Amplification of the moon's strength. 

Together, they give enough light to help a lost soul find its way. They give enough light to chase the monsters hiding in the dark. 

I smile fondly at the Sun's best friend. The sun has so much faith in the moon. It has no doubt that in its absence the moon will take care and continue giving us light. 

I smile at their unbreakable friendship, at their faith in each other. At their determination to do their job while relying on one another. 

Soon after a few hours, the moon will take its bath. The moon will go to bed peacefully, knowing that tomorrow the sun will be there to take over. Just like always. 

A never-ending cycle that will continue tomorrow. 

Just like always. 

Heyy yall! hope you guys are doing fine. I have written a bunch of stories during this extremely long break that I took and I will try my best to post them frequently from now on. Again, I hope you enjoyed this short story, and if you did make sure to subscribe to my blog and recommend it to others as well. See yall soon!   

  

Ideal child

Hey! So this is one of the first poems that I wrote after starting poetry this year. After editing it with the major help of my grandfather I thought it was good to go. So credits go to him for helping me edit this! Here it goes: 

Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. 

Perfect smile. 

Perfect nature. 

Perfect grades. 

Perfect clothes. 

Mistakes too expensive, 

disappointments too lethal. 

Don’t talk. Just listen. 

You are better seen than heard. 

Don’t speak your mind, 

It adds fuel to the fire. 

The flames grow higher with your every word. 

Listen. Listen. Listen. 

Don’t defend. The flames are too tall now. 

Look down. Down. Down. 

Don’t let the eyes meet, 

because then the flames touched the ceiling. 

One wrong word. One wrong move. One wrong look. 

And the roof comes tumbling down, 

The fire swallowing it whole. 

Don’t let it happen. The only way to save it is by being Perfect. Perfect. Perfect. 

Hope you liked it! As I said, this was the first poem that I wrote and I don't expect it to be 'perfect' but I really hope it was a good try! If you liked it, do make sure to recommend my blog to others. Thanks! 

Life is an ocean

Life is an ocean. It is filled with schools of vibrant fish, shivers of toxic sharks hell-bent on destroying you and pods of dolphins who make your day with just one smile. 

Life is an ocean. It is filled with turbulent waters, disastrous tsunamis that make you seem so fragile to break and serene waves whose movements bring music to your ears. 

Life is an ocean. You start at the top, on the shallow waters when you are born and drown deeper as you grow. And at the end you find yourself at the bottom of it, swallowed by the waters of your achievements and the waves of your regrets. 

Life is an ocean.