By The Sea

 Here I stand on your shore
Seeing the waves touching the land
Sometimes caressing  as though you are trying to heal its wounds
And at times gushing like an angry witch yelling out your agony to the land
The land is so engrossed in its hustle and bustle
Sometimes trapping the shells under its layers
Sometimes trapping my feetWere you sad and disappointed of the land
With a heart of ice?
Why aren't you tired ?
Or did the land tell you something that I didn't hear ?
Your kind of friendship I have never seen before
You touch and go as if to stay
 and  land, trying to trap the treasures
As memoirs of your short visits
And here I stand and see the circle of this game which started even before
I came
Wonder how many such treasures you have
To gift to your only friend
Wouldn't it be all gone one day ?
What reason you would have then to meet the land ?
May be you have bountiful to give away
And for how long ?
FOREVER .

I have been always fascinated by sea . It's the gushing sound ,the sand and the positive vibes that I have felt .I have always felt that waves try to show us that we must try even if we know we wont get it. Also it takes a little land every time it recedes. Its not a completely unsuccessful trial it is making.

We also meet such people in our lives or would have met, people who strive hard without even complaining  just to feel accomplished. People who seldom gives and takes everything what you have, and people who never expect anything in return but gives whatever they can and when you meet such people know that they are the keepers.