SEA SHORE

The sound of waves
And the origin of breeze,
Take me to the place
Full of happiness and glee.
Looking at the waves coming,
One, two, three;
Feeling across my face, the breeze;

I lay wondering,
Am I being what I wanna be???
It used to be my hunger,
It used to be my passion,
Upon encountering LIFE
It became compulsion.
Hunger,
Passion,
No longer
No satisfaction.

Looking at the waves coming,
One, two, three;
Feeling across my face, the breeze;
I lay wondering,
Am I being what I wanna be???

Opening the heart,
Allowed to transcieve.
Felt like heaven,
Till it ceased, deceased.
I did no harm,
I stayed calm;
Turned into a rock.
It tries to soften
Round the clock.

Looking at the waves coming,
One, two, three;
Feeling across my face, the breeze;
I lay wondering,
Am I being what I wanna be???

Was never told
Nor warned;
Free coaching
Given to all.
Regrowing the hunger
Generating passion,
Searching satisfaction
In the cage ‘COMPULSION’.
Here I stand,
On the stage of LIFE,
Foundations in sand.
Places to go
No one to direct.
Only lesson I learn
Always be yourself.

--AlokS