I stood there on the shore,
On my bare foot, on hot sand,
Pebbles sticking up my feet,
I could see ocean all around,
People surfing and swimming,
Being “one” with the ocean,
Waves big and strong,
All I wanted was the water to reach me,
To feel the warmth of the ocean,
To get the sense of being touched,
It did happen, the water flew past my feet,
Little did I know I had a price to pay,
Just the touch, and the ground below me is gone,
What’s left is just a feeling,
Was it this, that I was waiting for?
Ocean of happiness in the front of the eyes,
And just a momentary caress, thats all?,
Loss of ground in pursuit of happiness?,
Is this what I wanted?,
Being the foot in an open beach?
Guys I really tried to write today, somehow I am not in the frame of mind, again and again this old poetry of mine is haunting me, so just thought I would like to share this again, just that my mind is not capable of thinking now.