At the Beach

Receding waves leave behind secrets of the sea so deep,

The reflecting sunlight brings out the purest color of the sea ..

the wet sand and innocuous laughter of the children

mending broken sandcastles, completing the picture ..

Time never sands still, the wind holds back nothing

streaming tears don't stop, till the heart is empty of everything

Life takes a sharp turn only when you miss a signal

Trust makes no sense,  when all is shattered at the last level.

Deep-rooted thoughts have the brightest colors,

A smaller mind will want everything near

Stretch your thoughts like legs on the beach-chair,

looking at life through shades of the past never being there .. 

Receding waves leave behind stones & shells,

the soft sand is washed away in the swell

A shiny shell nestled in the soft sand,

Sinking deeper & waiting for the touch of a hand

The fragility of a new-born mind is like a rose petal,

each thought making its groove, 

a new memory struggling to settle ..

But it flushes with color when shown its cradle

It grows with grace and charms its beholder