Warm Sand
Grains of sand
Silken and course
Complete together
Whole alone.
Smooth and dry
Swiftly they flow,
Wet and lumpy
A castle they hold
Warm and granular
No-one's in particular
The sand, toasts under the sun
To heal my back when I turn.
I dig my feet
Under the sand they meet
Engulf me, there's no one here
Little grains let me disappear.
I played and built all day long
The grains like harmonies in a song.
The dry tend to fly, the wet softly soothe
The pirates come dig and plunder for loot.
Quickly in my fist I hold some tight
But the sand escapes without a fight.
My open palm is polished and poked
A pitt-stop on a long winding road.
But alas! I've been drawn down
After I traveled all through town
The more you kick the more it sticks
Like in the hour glass, constrained and fixed.
Grains of sand, will find their place
Wind and water will tell their fate
Warm and porous, almost mystify
Fall and rise, touchdown and fly.
- Nidhi