The Sands Of Time

The sand feels grainy against my hands but I don't mind.It becomes wet as soon as the water touches it.The water feels cool against my skin.I extend my feet deeper into the water . I turn and look around . There is just an old couple on my far right and two little young children somewhat to my left . I suppose the children might be their grandchildren or something . The old man has his arm around the old woman and they both are holding wine glasses .They were enjoying the beautiful sunset . The water turns from a shade of blue to orange.The children on the other side were building a sandcastle and then they must have thought it was tedious work and so now they are running around the beach enjoying and laughing .I looked back at the sun slowly dipping into the horizon.The light breeze blew my hair into circles . I felt a chill run down my spine.It was time for me to go. I looked around only to find the beach empty .The couple and children were nowhere to be seen . I thought about it and knew what this meant as I slowly walked back to my beach house. The children symbolised us when we were young,our lives filled with joy ,laughter and happiness devoid of responsibilities leading a carefree life. The old couple symbolised us when we become old , happy yet sad , having no regrets ,accomplished everything in life and spending our last moments with the ones we love waiting for death. I am in my prime now between these two phases of my life . I looked back at the sun one last time before it completely went into hiding until tomorrow .The water was calm and serene .I would be back here waiting ,waiting for you to return ,waiting for that perfect ending I've always dreamed of.

Love Or Something Like It

I wondered whether it would ever come back . I knew it was a one time thing. But then it didn't feel like that before. It felt different and when I say different, I mean the good kind of different.I mean I've felt it since I was a kid and that was for my mother.Then I've felt it in high school with so many different people that I completely lost count after a while . None of them ever returned it so I guess none of them deserved it from me in the beginning. But once it finds you, I truly hope you never let it go because once you lose it , you might never find it again . On one hand ,you have these people spending all their lives without ever finding it and on the other hand you have those people who find it right under their noses but are just too stupid to realise it. Then there are those people ,who are the luckiest beings on Earth to have found it .Then there are people like me who find it once but are too careless or stupid or dumb enough to lose it .I'm sad but that doesn't mean I won't enjoy my life doing all things that I want to do . You get only one life and you might never get one back again unless you believe in reincarnation .I'm confident that I'll find it again somewhere along the way . I just hope it's kinda soon before I lose hope or my sanity for that matter.
Love sure is a funny feeling. It's what makes us all a little crazy and do those spontaneous things that we would never have done if we were not in love. Love is like the blood that rushes in our veins and breathes life into our body . Love is what a mother feels for a child when she carries him and what a father feels ,the very first time he holds his baby in his arms. Love is when the young boy gives his last piece of chocolate to the little girl ,crying because she fell down an hurt herself.
Love is a beautiful thing and if your from planet Earth and don't know what love is ,well my friend no offence but I would suggest you jump off a cliff .Get out there and find love or something like it while you still can !

Over The Wall

I stare down from the window of my classroom on the third floor. I see the wall there. Ordinary people may think there is nothing special about an old grey wall. But to me that old grey wall is what lies between me and my freedom. Freedom from what you may ask. I say it is freedom from everything that restricts you from being yourself. It is this wall that keeps me caged like a bird who might never know what it is like to fly high in the blue ocean of sky. I’m momentarily distracted by the wind rustling through the green leaves. It is cloudy and it looks like it might rain any moment now. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I can hear the teacher calling out names from the attendance register. I drone out the noise and look back at the wall. Sitting here, on this old broken down wooden bench, I’ve always wondered what was on the other side of the wall. It could be one of those beautiful meadows filled with wildflowers that you always see on those nature shows on the telly or maybe it could be this wonderful jungle filled with the most exotic plants and animals there is or maybe even better it could be the paradise that I’ve always dreamed of. I see a squirrel run down from the oak tree whose branches reach my window. Like me, it too is curious to know what is on the other side of the wall. It perches itself on the wall and stares into the distance. I do not know what it is thinking but maybe it too is looking for the most precious and most elusive commodity there is in the world. Freedom from the winged predators that torment it or maybe freedom from the scarcity of food. My imagination has carried me this far. I wonder how far it will take me now. I tap my watch, to see the needle moving ever so slowly. I look back out the window at the wall. So close yet so far away. A crow, now sits on the stone brick wall looking, looking at something in the distance. Within seconds it flies out of sight. The bird has it easy, I suppose. It could fly away from its troubles anytime it wishes and never look back at the old life it leaves behind. I wish I were that bird. Flying could maybe get me my freedom but then again with my luck I’d probably starve to death.

                                                I hear the dismissal bell. I snap back to reality. Everyone has left already. I’m the last to leave. I slowly get my bag and walk out of the classroom. The afternoon sun feels hot on my skin but then again it looks as if it might rain. The wall is visible now I can see it now. It stands there stationary. It has no feelings whatsoever as it is merely made out of stone unlike me who is only human. I slowly walk towards it. I think about climbing it. It would change everything. I would have a new life, new home, new destination, new purpose, a completely new beginning. It was exactly what I needed. I see the squirrel looking at me from atop the tree as if asking me if I’m really going to do it. Climb the old stone wall. I raise my hand and touch the wall with my hand. It feels cold against my skin. I cannot do it, I’m not ready. It is not my time yet. My time will come, I know it now. I turn and walk away towards home. I look back at the wall, the old grey wall. Tomorrow would just be another new day.....another step to my new beginning.