By Vijay Phanshikar :
Where two blues meet
In the distance,
The line is blur
Beyond distinction
The blue sky 
And the blue sea
Mirror each other ..
.. and merge
A little craft
Then
Disrupts the view ..
.. and clears the blur ..
.. In the distance !
- Self 

THIS elemental dance is eternal ! Of the two blues -- the sky and the sea ! The line in the distance -- between the two -- is blur. It does not act as separation of the two elements. In fact, it acts as a cementer of the two, so to say. The line at the horizon that one sees at the far end of the sea, thus, acts more as a marker of the unity of the sea with the sky. Standing on the shore, or on a ship or even watching the play of the sky and sea at Earth’s edge from an aircraft high in the sky, one senses an enriching unity. For, the line of horizon is really, really blur in most cases -- making distinction between the two difficult.

 

 

 

This blue and that blue. May be different in shade. May be different in physical nature. Yet, to the eye, the distinction is just a blur, bathed in a blue-azure haze. Yes, on the sea, the waves have their eternal dance, weaving magic of light, heaving and hissing and rolling and rising and falling ... accompanied by the continuous, engaging baritone of the oceanic hum. Yes, in the sky, too, clouds of different colours eternally ride on the winds, flowering, showering, spilling, falling head over heels, merging, bursting ... and even vanishing.

 

The two blues ! -- in their stunning vastness. One can lose hours in gazing in the distance at the sea’s far end, at the Earth’s edge, attempting to distinguish where the sea ends and the sky begins -- in that distant haze. And then a little craft disrupts the view. Some brave-hearts have dared both, the sea and the sky. And suddenly, the blue blur assumes distinction -- between the sea and the sky ... ... and then descends a real relief one has silently longed for, confused by the absence of distinction.