Waves rose high..
and the water seemed so blue..
I stood alone on the shore..
as if standing in front of an open door..
The door i knew...
was open all this while..
But...i still wonder..
what kept me from going inside..
I stood there alone..
nervous...confused...and stoned...
staring at the overwhelming stretch..
stretch..
I have always considered my own..
It tried hard to touch the sky..
and the sky...it seemed... pulled itself high..
But the pearls that floated in my eyes
kept me from seeing who won..
Oh that treasure box of mine..
or that mean sky..
The waves rose still higher..
and i could feel my heart sink...
Why was it that i felt..
the sea was begging me to stand there..
still.
I moved more into the waters..
and i could feel the waves touching my bare feet..
Was it a smile that touched my lips..
or was it the faith that sea had in me..
And then..
as if a gift from a dear friend....
a tiny wave brought me a shell...
I listened to the music that it rendered..
and i felt that...life...for once...had surrenderd..
But then i had to leave the shore...
for i knew...there was another life..
But i promised my dear friend..
it was his faith in me...
and not a mere smile...
