Things change sometimes as they must,
Can't say then that I saw you first.
Tides bring new ships to the shore,
Carrying diamonds, riches galore.
The sparkles blind the bystanders,
Who have spent so much time watching the lonely waters.
Some sieze the opportunity,
Others while away the moments idly.
The singing mermaids add spice to the show,
The laugher and rejoicing seems to grow.
Wild. Like a primative emotion,
Bask under the heat of the magic potion.
Then it slowly starts to die,
One by one, the visitors say goodbye.
Some are better off than others,
Making friends, finding lovers.
The sea is barren once more,
Life becomes a routine chore.
The horizon is empty but for the drowning sun,
Still waiting for her to come.
One after another as the waves crash in,
Something slowly starts to break within.
The realization is acutely apparent,
Acknowledging it. The mood grows silent.
There is a beach, on the other end somewhere,
Where you can lie back and pretend its fair.
There's no need to curse or chide,
No need to feel shame. No need to hide.
Enjoy the passing breeze,
The gentle swaying motion of the palm trees.
When the wind gets too harsh and strong,
It will disapear, this need to belong.
Rahul Jadhav