Sand Dreams & Tide Games

There I am, playing with the sands -
Collecting shells and dirtying hands
There are a few like me, back on the shores
while many others surfing to the core.


I feel the soft breeze -
heavy with droplets from the sea
droplets stolen skillfully
or just acquired for free?

I draw patterns on sand
lines reflecting my dreams
I draw flowers and houses
doves, trees and faces...



I stand up and look at my creations
My heart brimming with preen
A huge tide beats the sands
washing my foot and my dreams

My eyes well up
I chide the naughty tide
till it retreats to the ocean's lap
and not to be seen any soon

I sit down again building castles this time
big and beautiful, to be cherished for a lifetime!
Once again the tide soars;
and in a moment everything is devoured.

I sit down broken and weep
For I was just robbed of my dreams and hope..
I lift my head to see you standing beside
holding your surfboard and staring at me wide!


"Whats are you doing here?" you ask
I tell my sorrow and you laugh...
"May be the tide wants to play with you" you say
"I'll take you along... Jump in, this way!"

I smile at you and take your hand
The tides roar; we laugh and scream
There we are, set out to tame the tide
Leaving behind the sand and the dreams!