two points of view for one look
Complete or opposed?
Everything has its opposed; it gives in return; stability and cohesion, the ocean and the land, a dead and you,
It complements, ends, calls and destroys,
This way, both sides advance and they put an end to each other.
Mutually they disappear to the time’s sight,
Two edges of the world leave their existence and yet they re-appear, once again,
The opposed complements till a certain point, so far, in outcome the opposed is conquest,
The call is reciprocal, the ocean claims for the shore, the sick looks on the mirror for health that is vanished, the war burns the peace’s lands, where flowers dried out, war buries all the meadows where there was unity and amity, gravestones decorate the horizon.
The music’s complements are the soundless spaces; they make the music so beautiful and harmonious. Also, the silence covers our screams; it suffocates the tormented voice within, it holds the life, perpetual and lost in the oblivion.
The ice burns the skin. The sun blinds the eyes. The fog clears up the soul and lights the spirit. The lunar eclipse locks the dreams. The full moon liberates a stormy sleep, not close to a nightmare.
And the stability between life and death is the survivor instinct, whoever who fights; kills, whoever who lives; falls, whichever decision is made; it is a sentence or a success.
In the middle of the ocean, during a storm, whoever who is alive scales to a lifeboat, and holds to it, living for another day while others are crying out for help, drowning, while others are calling out for your mercy, and there is only lack of leniency.
You see all away from the storm, while the ghost of the ocean arises, growing from the deeps, immersing them, the boat sinks, the crew drowns under the secret dips, and the dead’s souls are retained under dark waves.
