I know not the change
 nights long or the sweating day's pain
Is it the moon’s peeping game
or the wildflower’s fragrance putting
Samsara to shame?
the flow of time and course
alters abruptly and ceaselessly moves
sometime letting the scarlet dusk
embrace me or often
 leaving the stars in jealousy
while the dewy drops sparkle
I await
momentous fancies dreaming of being real
on the sandy shores 
when our intertwining fingers and seashells will play.

©Soumya
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SHINING SANDS !


Like shining sands…

sparkling stones

in the sweltering heat…

or the cooling breeze…

I stand alone!

Like waves you come and touch ,

carrying me  in everything…

Slowly washing away my shore…

sometimes a little more…

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Awaiting

 I  hear the lore,

  Of the falling

and rising chores…

What happens if I get washed away…

gradually  getting eroded in the waves…

Have you gathered my tits and bits…

which got  absorbed in your dreams …

Like lost sands

…each particle gets lost…

in the gravels  of time…in past,

with the collapsing tides which dart,

while struggling  to anchor

  the existence beneath its earth!

COLOURS OF THE SKY


Its evening time and he walked down the street that went straight to the sandy shores. The hustle bustle of the town nearly fades away as the street bends around the edges and moves towards the golden beach.The crowd too starts disappearing as the road moves on.

Rarely do people  walk across this road for everyone is busy in their fight for survival.

People having families sometimes occasionally drop in there,for the sake of their children who like to run and build castles in the sands.

He ran his fingers through his soft hair and walked on gazing at the serene atmosphere and the sky which showed reflections of thousands of colours that he never saw before.Was it the sky that was giving him an indication or was he been open to the vibrations now?

It was a mystery.

It always is.Nature at every step gives us an indication of the happenings that are going to affect our lives,be it good or bad.Its just a way of providing hint from the invisible one to us,the ones who always believe the things visible or seen.

For some even feelings and emotions shouldn’t matter too ,as they are not seen but just felt. Human mind always has the reasoning ready to defend the poorly conceived ego held   inside just to satisfy the hunger of being superior or important.

As he stepped in the sands of the quiet shore, a sudden feeling of calmness grasped him.Never had he felt so relaxed and soothing . The touch of the beautiful sensation of the golden particles made him smile unknowingly at nothing. He didn’t care of what the people around him were thinking or saying. He just went on…slowly into the waters that came in form  of gentle waves to touch and kiss the shore.

So pure and selfless they looked,rising falling over the sea,reaching the shore after bridging the long distance of the sea ..and then simply touching and returning back from the shores without grumbling.As if it was their work to be endlessly in the cycle of such a game.

The sun had set now and the moon with the galaxy of stars had stepped in.The sky looked amazing and the view very enchanting.Nevertheless,he had never noticed such a moment in his whole life with such focus and observation.He again smiled back ,this time engulfing the fresh breath of air around him as if rejuvenating his mind and soul..

The next morning he got up unlike the rest of the days,early and on sunrise.With a fresh zeal of enthusiasm and smile on his face and in his heart, he started the day with full passion.

Every stress and tension that had swallowed his peace of mind had vanished and he could see the colours of the sky more clearly than ever.

WAVES


Walking  on the shores of life feeling the sunshine,

As we trod in the sands of time,

the waves come and kiss our feet ,

Only to leave us as the waves recede…

 

 

 

Lines added by Prashant:

 

 

they tell us about a life beyond

 in the touch of subtle memories,

 the waves glitter with the rays of hope,

 and few pages of our life’s diaries…