Yearning for a Lighthouse

Rowing across the rough sea;
Wandering are ships,
Up and down the stream.
Not knowing where,
The current is leading;
Towards the destination,
Or away from it.

Engulfed in the blue,
With no other
Color to be seen;
Longing they are,
To see the land
And the green.

Yearning for a lighthouse,
That shows direction
To the navigating ships.
Hankering for a calm,
That softens the rough waves,
And smoothens the rocky trips.

Moving on,
In the pursuit
Of embracing the shore,
Even with
The darkness galore.

With a strong belief,
That You are there,
To rescue them
From what's not fair.

Gift of Grief

Freezing the blood gushing through veins;
Pausing the thoughts running in the brain.

Rendering all colors, as colorless;
Making dark, even the brightest.

Robbing you of all the valuables;
Making poor, even the richest.

Clouding all the joy and happiness,
In the mist of gloom and sadness.

It does it all,
Corrodes even a rock.
Comes like a visitor,
With a gift of grief,
Its - Loneliness on a spree.