A Walk Through The Sands Poem by Preeth Nambiar

Now, let us walk through the sands of this beech! Hold my hand!
When we walk, talk to me your heart's heart. When the way ahead stretch endless fetch me your love to keep me alive! Hot summer reflects on the sand making me blind to see the path, take me with you to the shades, kiss me; let me close my eyes and feel your wetness on my thirsty lips!

The tranquil ocean, the waves creep through the sands to erase our foot prints. Upon the horizon, there appear colours that fade unto the dark. Come; let us sit on this rock, awaiting the moon! While I lay down on your lap, move your thin fingers through my hairs, let me look at the stars blinking on my eyes.

There appear moon; I want to see your face. But where is it? When I try to touch your hands creeping through my hairs, I realize, it was just a touch, formless, shapeless! The lap on which I was laying down was the lap of my own dreams about love- a dream that disappears unto my pain!

Love; I dream it, even though it is painful!