Beach Thoughts

Evening at the beach     

Watching frothy patterns, On the footprints in the sand; Swirling, bubbling, exploding, Wiping out reality! Till all that remains, are feet, Washed pink, sinking steadily into the beach And eyes that follow the waves trying to touch The ever receding horizon….. Or is it eternity?

Watching frothy patterns,
in the footprints on the sand;
Swirling, bubbling, exploding,
Wiping out reality!
Till all that remains, are feet,
Washed pink, sinking steadily into the beach
And eyes that follow the waves trying to touch
The ever receding horizon…..
Or is it eternity?

 

Fishing dreams!

She thought as she felt a tug at her line ‘I have been standing here since beginning of day; my feet sinking in the shifting sand, my skin itchy with the salt spray of the sea splashing around my knees and ankles…..hoping, as I cast my line that I will catch a miracle!’

She began to cautiously reel in line, muttering prayers to the million Gods– the one’s she had waved incense sticks at every possible opportunity, and a few others that she might have skipped in a hurry! The sweat trickled down her back, the nape of her neck blistered in the sun- she did not care. The crows cawed rudely, circling her with squawking aggression, ready to peck at whatever rose out of the ocean- she did not care.

As the waters receded, a big blob burst, splattering sand and salt spray…. And there, she crawled out …. Her middle aged face browned in the ageless sun, her dark hair bunched into a straggling bun, a gaudy red something….who was it?-Venus, a little exhausted with all the love through the ages and failed relationships or a lost mermaid, kind of senile and confused..!

She dropped the tackle and the sinker, screaming out her prayers and ran!

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Through the smoky haze, she saw his twinkling eyes, his streaky white beard shaking as he guffawed. Trembling with anger, she accused him ‘you had promised me a miracle like no other, Guruji, Why did you do this to me?’

‘How many people fling a line into the sea and reel in a living creature—that was the miracle’ he shrugged and smiled, ‘What you did with the miracle, Woman, was your wisdom’!

Mermaids Lament… Oh Sea! Please, don’t run out on me! I am beached out here … Can’t you see? My shimmering tail with silver scales Have dried up in the sun, Oh! My woes … I see brown toes Am I going to be a mermaid on the run!  Oh Sea! Please, don’t run out on me! I am beached out here … Can’t you see? A lonely mermaid in the sinking sand Desperate and helpless, lying were the sea meets the land….

Mermaids Lament…
Oh Sea! Please, don’t run out on me!
I am beached out here … Can’t you see?
My shimmering tail with silver scales
Has dried up in the sun,
Oh! My woes … I see brown toes
Am I going to be a mermaid on the run?
Oh Sea! Please, don’t run out on me!
I am beached out here … Can’t you see?
A lonely mermaid in the sinking sand
Desperate and helpless, lying were the sea meets the land….

 

 

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