At the Beach, Alone

(On an imagination)

Beside the shore, I sat on the beach sand;
I noticed the waves rolling in and out.
The boats were at rest,
and tiny crabs playing hide and seek.
It was such huge sky, I looked up to.
The cold breeze hit my face,
making my hair messy,
as I started building my little mud house,
recollecting a part of childhood days.
With a feeling of a so-called architect,
to had built a cute building,
I see grains of sand covering the watch dial.
I dusted and rubbed them down,
and got up from there.
Whilst taking a few steps towards the sea,
I lifted up my white pyjama a little upwards.
A roar from the sea,
I saw a huge wave rushing near calming down,
and touching my feet for no reason.
It gave me a sense of getting pulled inside,
like wanting me there forever.
This felt to me like someone making me believe of promises,
and getting me drowned alive.
Consciously, I took a few steps back,
with a smile,
believing that I saved myself from an error.
I looked at the watch,
and decided to leave.
I put the sling bag on my shoulder,
and started to walk with mild thoughts on head.
Every step I took away from there,
I kept turning back to see my mud house.
On my last view on that,
all that I saw was my mud house being stamped on by people,
just like how dreams go shattered by mysterious circumstances.
I learnt that wherever we go,
all that we leave are footprints, and all that we carry are memories. :’)

© Yashica Priya

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