• anokhi_ishita 10w


    On a beach where I stand
    Sand engulfing my feet
    Whispers me the breeze,
    "You shouldn't have come.."
    And rustling past me,
    Dry leaves, Drenched of thirst
    Mock my ambiguity..
    When asked,
    If I should walk the clouds,
    Or sink in sand,
    Presumptuous me..
    Unwary of glee, chose what 'best be'
    And here I am,
    With sand, water, leaves and trees
    So much for me, But can't be free,
    Where in the sky, With two things to suffice,
    All aboard would have been mine..