Walking bare feet on the beach like planting pecks on blistering sand;
the endless sea touching the horizon,
the subtle breeze soothing the sultry bodies like flavour of mint in fresh lime juice;
the sand slipping through toes like showers of light rain on the body, mind and soul;
glittery specks in sand illuminate the body as I sit nonchalantly on the land;
the scintillating, dancing ebbs and flows look magical under the mighty Sun’s glow;
shiny shells and glistening pebbles better clasped in hands than half dug in sand;
the thunderous thousand claps of waves ceaselessly slap water till the bay;
The clonk of coconuts hanging on the trees, birds flying by and dogs playing carefree.
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A Travelers Confession
The pace of the world distracts,
the limitless and unplanned journey attracts,
something so profound was never found,
everything so gentle was never so renown.
Getting lost was not a choice, its given.
Finding yourself in this life was not choice, its a task.
From the mountainous valleys to dusty roads,
nature beautified the obvious.
People to people, growing building ,
emptying hearts are all the result,
result of not knowing the suns direction,
not knowing flowers fragrance,
not knowing the you in yourselves
Traveling made it easy,
wished to fly like those vultures,
but highness was always dreary,
leaving things was never easy, but it always unburdened.
-Arundeepak
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