Walk on the soft sand
Pressing your feet against the wetness, you press some of your inner thoughts out of your mind. The vast ocean claims you in it's vastness and you find yourself no bigger than the grain of sand that it spits off the shore. The thoughts that arise are much deeper like the ocean and as striking as the morning sun. These thoughts exist but seldom felt, they feed on your subconscious like a termite on timber. When the sun goes down and in the view of darkness, the crabs creep out of their sand hole, just like that, these thoughts make way to your conscious.
These thoughts question sometimes your current being and makes you think. But it's not something specific and it's not something you can give more thought on and find an answer.
It's like the murky waters at the shore. Nothing is clear but everything seems to be there. You can collect the murky water and let it calm down and let the sand sink in. It takes time, like a kid takes all the time to build his indestructible sand castle, it takes work. With these two ingredients, you can put these thoughts to rest and discover something new about yourself and your current being might just move like a snail to your higher self.
Walk on the soft sand
Bed of gold with emerald blue cover
lies a life that takes you back in time
where innocent cruelty of nature defines the rules
food chain in perfect balance
days are quieter than the night
lives matter until it must
and where no one is a sinner
Man a mere spectator
of this spectacular game for survival
not altering it to suit his wish
life around seems to ignore this self crowned King
but still at his mercy
to thrive and flourish
A sun kissed evening sky, making the banks of a calm river serene and tranquil. The sound of birds chirping fills the rather silent atomsphere with sweet talk. Jazz music being played in a far by restaurant gives the added pleasure of being here, right now. Alone, yet not longing for company, silent but content, like the fallen tree that lies in the middle of the river. It does not move, decomposes itself to provide life support to other smaller occupants.
On the bank, there are all sorts of emotions, laying and sitting staring at inevitable fading of the day. Some love being shared and expressed, some anger trying to vanish with the orange sun, some loss being forgotten with a beer, some happiness happy of it's being and some weirdness trying to figure out itself.
Evenings like this come and go often, but we experience it seldom. There could be many reasons but every reason have you in common. Reason reflect our choices, our priorities from where, all these emotions come from. Whatever it is, controlling your actions and accepting the outcome let's you be the tree standing against the flow of the river yet in peace.
It's not about what you do or think on such a evening, but what the evening makes you think or do.
with just a paper boat
I dream to make a better world
with just a thought
I dream to cry out loud
with just a happy face
I dream to come to reality
with just your embrace
I dream to write a song
with just a broken empty pen
I dream to have a fight
with just me and you to win
Waves of the ocean in dark
sounding it's presence, not revealing
sometimes wild, sometimes soothing
sometimes screaming, sometimes singing
Am I aligning my thoughts to their verses
or are they letting me feel what resides within.
From the shores, it looks like a black hole
a lighthouse showing me a glimpse
revealing the scarred face of ocean
seems like a mirror to my soul
Every year on this day, no matter how many years passes by, I will still remember the baby whose hands held my finger, never to let it go, whose head rested so perfectly in my palms, whose chest rested on my shoulders to burp after a feed, who found chest of his father more comfortable to the softness of the bed.
Happy Birthday son...for the years past and many more years to come !!
Not in sight, but we never grew apart
I thought of you many times with a smile on my face
Now you gone leaving love as your trace
I hope I gave you some too in return
Thanks to her who brought you and me together
In this cruel world you made our lives better
Keep spreading love like you always do
My hairy fluffy smelly baby