I am
Chasing
waves on shore
steps running wild
ecstatic calls to mother
motion, is of a spirited child
shaping sand in abstract cast
leave elaborated joy in foot prints
hearts tied to one skipping stone
imagination indulges every leap
even it lands near with a plop
tirelessly counting ripples
the wind was over blown
the waves crashing
an angry mission
what may be
behind the mist
vicious passing aircrafts
missiles from distant ships
in the eye of constant storm
some land of truce ever remains
uncrushable untarnished over eons
not insatiable hunger nor egotistic claim
sand, glides in waves and escapes in wind
molding into lives reaches to it's own depth
rest, dream in a womb of delusive state
Whoa" eager mind's leash to warfare
nonchalance arise in state of Zen
love, never self- possessed
Like a bird you set free
stretched wings
carries you
onwards
Soar
!
