The Wait

Smell of the sand
Roar of sea
One was mystic
The other majestic
The moon along the stars
Adding to the glory of the night
Beneath of which mere I
Confused
Whether to let the wound bleed
Or keep it stitched

The time was adorable
I could sense the memories being churned again
I could feel the air taking turn again
Again I felt, a pinch in my heart
Again I fell, for the nature to be worth
Worth enough to praise each second it offers
Worth enough to amaze the greatest sorcerers


Let it remain, the way it should
Let it nourish, the way it should
Let us cherish, the way we should
I thought all this
Standing below the sky at night
With the roar of the sea
And the smell of the sand
I await for the day
When the sun shall shine
With the purest light