CYNOSURE IS MUSED

For years, I held my ground. But everyone has their day, This time nature found its way around. Like a sudden puff, I got sucked with the stormy wind. Away from my roots, Leaving everything behind. How would I survive, I thought, as I held my nerve. While I blew towards the ocean, With the nature's breath which felt like swerve. I stood on ground, With nothing to hold. I saw waves approaching towards me, I felt everything, but bold. For few moments, There was breathlessness. I was stuck in a roaring wave, Accompanied with total darkness. Then there came a moment, I felt like someone held my hand. It was nothing like from what I originated, It was just a pile of sand. Half buried in the sand, The hold was firm. For the first time since I left, I felt safe, that was confirm. Now that I had someone to rely upon, Relaxed, I lay alone under the sky which seemed so big and wide now. Wind gushes couldn’t take me away, Waves couldn’t take me for a

Gokarna Main Beach The wind was blowing strong, The waves were crashing high, The sun was scorching hot, Making the soft sand burning wild. The situations were adverse, Yet the water was calming and cold, The sand was still soft, And the walk on the beach was enough to behold.