The Unfortunate story of a river..

Once a long long time ago,
Before the existence of the world as known today
There was a river,
A deep flowing unstoppable river
Slithering her way
Between the wedges of cliffs and trunks
Meandering her way through the plains
Eager to join the ocean. Her Ocean.
She had only heard about it from
The trees, from the winds, from the circling clouds
In the sky, that
There is a vast ocean with unfathomable depth,
Who awaits her eagerly. With arms wide open,
Open for her to embrace.

So on she flowed, with her dreams,
With her desire of unspeakable passion
Her only reason of being
Was her ocean, who kept beckoning
Her in her dreams.

And on she went, dividing, lurching her self
To cross the plains, to fight the forests,
Diving from the mountain heights
She wanted to reach him as fast as was possible.
Maddening, lunatic and roaring speed.

But somewhere in her lunacy, in her dive
She lost her way
She was so engrossed in making her path
That she lost her way to the ocean.

And now, the river just flows, just meanders,
Just dives. Noiselessly, almost serene.
Loss and mourning is often mistaken by serenity and calm.
River did not unite with her ocean
But instead gives comfort to the nature.
Allows herself to be abused with nature’s selfish subjects.
Deep down she still yearns to be with her ocean
To be belonged and cherished.