The pearl beach

the three of us now dazed
in the late afternoon mire
decided to walk down the beach
a seamless beauty.. i was going to see
Now absorbed by constant to and fro..
thoughts poured like swarm of bees
the utmost vulnerable sections of our mind
driven by whatever we could find
to drink and fill our sacks
so the journey could last for a while

one, drooping over the luscious flowers...
or the clouds made patterns in your eyes
sometimes startled by play full fields
and the water flowing down...
Would deviate your path every now and then..
Until you captured every moment..
Where memories fails to play a part..

Hopping up and down was other..
his bare foot caressing pieces of land
softly squishing and dancing to his voice...
Notes fell like dew..
Tenderly waking the morning flower

recollecting every piece every spot
from wandering way too far...my mind
now stuck on one and two
counted each step we took
Withholding every thought every moment
from crumbling the joy of time

After walking an hour or two
there came a distant land
dabbled with green flora
and the scent of disconnected sand
Followed the infinte ocean
where images merged with water..
not a sound or soul

i stood in reclusive awe
as the wave emerged undaunted
and washed over, with every drop
slipped like sand all my wisdom
now scattered in the vaunt

the shells must still be there
lost so long now a wave must have
driven them to dry sand

shadow

i saw a shadow tonight
a shadow of me walking down...
taking each step.. looking around..
eyes never caught a glimpse...

and i see many people around...
voices and laughters and tales lost and found..
people that fought and loved..
and fought again...

my hands reached for the empty space... and lapsed
and yet no one could see...
i was just a shadow indeed...
travelled through time.. lost in haze..
waiting for none to come around..

they were beautiful faces... blooming full of life..
together they shared the tales of yester years..

Together they laughed together they cried
And the tea poured down into each cup
toasted and tasted every night

I closed my eyes I fell asleep
And saw myself on a hilltop
Beautiful it was one isolated rock
Surrounded by birds that few in flocks

And as i looked down the hill
there lay familiar ground
A pretty land of lost souls
Made up of sand and mud
there were little huts
I knocked on one and another
There was not a sound

Tired and desperate i turned back
And saw dead shadows around
voices and laughters and tales lost and found...
shadows of people that fought and loved
And fought again...