Warm caresses, soft mattress
Sand slipping between eager toes
A wild wave in a turbulent sea
A moment’s pause, the soul breaks free.
No lines mar the thinking field
A Botox-free lift for youth’s glow
Forgotten cares, shoulders at ease
as the sea-roar drowns the pounding throes.
Comfort reigns at these friendly shores
amid naughty wave-splashes of familiarity
They wash my feet and bathe my soul,
I willingly submit for they make me whole.
Once the sun too has his splendid bath
and surrenders his flame at the ocean’s heart,
I drag my unwilling feet, stomping on my urge
for the nest beckons, me- time ‘s up.