Undulating stories by the sea…

Under the balloon afloat

Haggling with the unapologetic winds

Stood a passer by

Hallowed by the lamp’s yellow ring

Short stories came and went by

Like the undulating waves

A shriek, laughter, those tapering feet

A child’s fantasy of credulous castles and callowed caves

Daunted by cautioning voices, yet,

Summoned by the vast sea

Short stories… came and went by

Her heart had flown a million already

The thrill almost hit the sky

When the man walked into the endless

An effortless leap he took by

Of how she waited for just this moment

Words could not even begin to explain

Indefiable urge to run after him

Was her only aim.

They warned her, ordered her to stay

Ravaged about the danger

But galloped her heart, her wings of freedom spread

She could not hear the warnings, those orders…they were dead

Ached every part of her, trembled to follow him

As she could see him disappear

Vision had become despaired, Time had become anxiety

So she ran, blinded

Only to touch him before he

They were stricken, panicked

At her sudden depart

Some ran to wrench her, some lost in their seclude

But in seconds & unashamed

She stood brazen and nude...

Her feet felt a trickling sensation

A feeling of paranoia brushed

The cold had sent a shiver

The excitement had emblazoned

When came his warm touch…

She must have clung on

In the sea’s mystic revelation.

Under the afloat balloon

Haggling with the adamant wind

Stood as a passer by

A short story,

Of a little child who ran behind her father

Embracing the brown sea