Once upon a time, in a place of abundance, there lived a lady that had it all. She was all encompassing, spreading her grace across unfathomable territories. Her magnificence inspired odes to beauty. Her promise set sail to many expeditions of power and prosperity. Her wrath was feared by all, her allure gave solace to many seekers of peace. She held inside her heart a plethora of species, carefully tucked inside of her like well guarded secrets. The lady of beauty, power and riches had a void that couldn't be filled with all her beauty, power and riches put together. Every night, her emotions overflowed her boundaries like tears trying to cleanse her yearning. She spread her being, defying gravity, trying to reach to the skies, seeking to meet her object of affection that enticed her from far above. He would peek in little by little, night after night, till one day his form came a full circle making her go mad with the hankering she had to reach out to him. She would wile and throw a fit, her untamed longing making futile attempts to reach out to his arms. And then one day he would disappear, as if to give her a break from the tides of her tireless attempts. Then she would withdraw herself like a hurt child sulking for attention and stay calm till he starts his graduating show of charming her yet again. This story of her love, her unquenched, tireless love is repeated every night in varying degrees of intensity, never to settle or give in.
The lady they say - Foolish lady. Poor lady. She disregards everything and reaches out to her lover splashing her raw, untamed affection. Alas! They all pity her...for all her riches render useless in her unyielding love for the unattainable - But little do the passers by realize that love lost cannot be compensated with tangible riches.
They call her the Ocean and she looks as ravishing as she sounds. I think they call her lover the Moon and taunt her not to ask for the Moon. Stubborn lady the Ocean. But some wise souls say her asking would outlive all the uncalled advisers and judges around her. Love it is, It has no hope - Poor lady, the Ocean.
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