The Oceans

I prefer ocean over earth.
Who talk to me without saying a word.
Who shine on the surface But have shades of grey under their skins.
Who hide treasures
And turn tears into pearls.
Unpredictable and bold,
Flexible and sensitive.
Who are not afraid to take in filth of the world with their tides;
Who have been surfed over.
Who have secrets buried below the ground,
Yet reflect sun in their smiles.
Who don’t belong to anybody,
And nobody belongs to them.
I crave such people.
People who, despite of having their unsettled waves,
Have peace and harmony inside them.