Forgotten Sands

As i walk the length of the shore,
The furtive glances of the sea beckon ...
Soft and discreet, they sing a lore,
Of minds and minutes, you'd reckon.

The air smelling its effervescent best,
And the sky - skeptically assuring,
Calm - taking the load off your chest -
A sense of release - not enduring !

The sun mocking me with my shadow,
Emotions galore, thrown around like a pack of cards...
Ah the futility of joy knows no bounds,
And the irony of life, is its greatest gift !

Purpose - Provide the sands under my feet,
Gently obeying gravity, caressing my burdens ...
Taken apart by waves, yet returning to the treaders,
A warm blanket of unquestionable faith !

Epitome of struggle, but valiantly strong,
Skilfully defiant, yet utterly feeble -
Devoid of emotion, yet so soulfully human,
Lacklusture in value, yet precious in purpose !

The last thing to kiss us goodbye when we die !
Quote "For Dust thou art, to dust returnest" unquote.

- Gautam