I am strong, brave, and broken, all at the same time.
At this juncture of life, nothing seems to go right.
I am sad, I am mad and scared,
From my own mood, I haven’t been spared.
To escape the wrath of my mood, I run to the beach,
To heal my mind and find my inner peace.
I am at the beach today, taking shelter,
I have surrendered to the warm breeze and salty water,
To calm my troubled mind and help me unwind.
Alas! The gurgling waters calm me no more,
How far ever I walk along the shore.
All I can think of is the fleeting life and slipping sands of time.
As a child, I loved the beach,
I was amazed at the expanse of water beyond reach.
I loved how the sand tickled my bare feet,
I laughed when the seemingly small wave, faster than expected, hit.
When the water touched my knees,
Tightly would my toes squeeze,
The sand would tickle, and I would giggle,
My face flushed with sheer pleasure, infinite and beyond measure.
The child has grown and gone,
Now, all I can think of is the fleeting life and slipping sands of time.
On seeing the grown ups standing in the frothy waters,
Unconfined, unshackled, and untethered,
I would plead to my papa to leave me all alone,
And that I would face the next wave on my own.
On this, papa would hold my hands tight,
He won’t release, however hard I may fight.
I would pray to god, for once make me a grown up,
All the fun and joy let me soak up.
Today, standing alone, as no one’s own,
I yearn to be held, and for some love be shown,
I plead to god, for once, oh lord!
Please make me a child again,
For one last time, let me relive
The giggle when the sand would tickle,
Sheer pleasure beyond measure,
Carefree laughter like there is no after.
While my present and past dialog,
I see a piece of floating log,
With the current, drifting away,
Having no choice or say.
I realize, my life is just like that log,
Hither and thither, with every crest, floating away farther.
Now, all I can think of is the fleeting life and slipping sands of time.
Deciding to return, I stand up in haste,
Drained from seeking the ever-eluding solace,
I turn to have one look at the view, oh so flawless!
While I was thinking about my incomplete chore,
At the far far end, the log gets washed ashore.
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The child has grown and gone,
Now, all I can think of is the fleeting life and slipping sands of time.
These lines would stay with me. While we fight hard every moment to gain something, we forget how many things slip away from our hands.
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