I have walked on this beach before, I have heard the waves roar.
I know the pebbles by their name, my “song of the sea” can still put a conch to shame.
The treasures still call out to me, as they lie tucked deep within the sea.
Yet, I find the sand between my toes, telling me something is different.
It has been 4 years since I have walked barefoot on this terrain
It has been almost half a decade, since I have stopped spinning the word yarn.
Newer stories have filled the barn, yet the sea looks as barren as before.
I wonder if ever I will truly be able to chat up on all that’s changed?
Identities have merged, equations have altered, I have won and I have faltered.
Yet amidst all this, I tucked away this space somewhere,
Almost telling myself no matter when I shall be back soon here.
Many a fall changed colors and as calendars turned old,
You are only growing distant from the beach – I was told.
I heard them all and imagined the beach, I somehow always knew it would never be too far away for my reach.
So here I am, almost like the prodigal daughter returning to the shore,
And my beach (my blog), whispered – I still love you and more.
I realise then — This is where I am me and there’s no other feeling I would want on my skin to be…
Blessings are made of such feelings… Sand between my feet suddenly feels the home terrain..