She (the sea) is a sagacious artist,
Her canvas being the land once part of her,
As she paints or claws them,
with marks that are abstract for zebraskins with two shades of brown.
The sand seas with scattered shells like stars sans the sparkle,
add the sovereign sounds and symphonic songs of her majesty,
making a good bed, surprisingly,
With animated wallpaper at the ceiling
And a benevolent breeze blowing
Paralleling lullabies,
Which will make you sleep well,
Even on valentine's Day- alone,
When Cupid and Kama, both with their arrows nocked,
Think twice about letting them loose
Witnessing your satisfaction with singlehood,
sleeping by the sea in harmony,
on a bed of nine dimensional pleasure.
~Ajay
15/2/18
