I’m looking for little pockets of peace, In this chaos that keeps coming towards me, Like the waves of an ocean, Crashing one after...

On days like this, You wonder how you, Hold so many emotions, Contained in you. On days like this, Remember that you, Hold it the same...

Eyes, the color of the ocean, Sparkling in the sunlight, Reflecting innocence the world has never seen, Making you drown in the sadness...

Her face is like the surface of the ocean, Far, far, away from land, In the middle of nowhere, Blue, silent, expressionless. Tiny waves...

When it seems like you’ve the sandcastle under control, Is when a small wave silently creeps up, Starts pulling off the sand, Grain by...

When the ocean is roaring, With waves of poetry, Throw in a pebble of thought, For you might get, Your very own ballad ready, In a minute...

The setting moon, The cool breeze, I sit by the ocean, Breathing deep, The saltiness of the air, Or the tears on my cheek, The cold sand...

It comes like the waves on the shore, Non-oscillatory but at regular intervals, Bringing particles of fear along, Of what, it doesn’t...

Sometimes I feel I’m in the middle of the Arabian Ocean, floating on my back looking at the bright blue sky with little puffs of clouds....

How calming are the shores, Of the earth, When the waves strike, Dancing on the words of the moon, To make people like me, To fall in...