Life comes to this sudden standstill,
Bringing along with it a certain emptiness.
You don't know where you are heading to,
What the closed fist of nature will reveal when opened.
It feels like standing at the sea,
On a beautiful, golden evening
When everything seems so perfect, so right.
The wet sand clings to your feet,
Leaves indifferently with every wave
The same wave that once personified exhilaration, ecstasy and profound peace.
The frothing, foaming waves catch you at unawares,
Holding your hand, inviting you to step into the sea
Your naivete makes you easy prey,
Unaware of the dangers that lie beneath its vast, inviting surface.
Sometimes you stand back,
Hoping to make a conscious decision.
But then chide yourself,
Realising,
The sea continues its motion rather condescendingly
Your presence lies unnoticed
Another speck of sand......
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Lovely! "The wet sand clings to your feet,
ReplyDeleteLeaves indifferently with every wave..." Sigh...