Ever had that feeling, when you had a lot of ideas, ready to be put on paper – but somehow just can’t get them out? Then, as you sit dejected over your writer’s block, you see something, could be even a trivial everyday thing – but on this fine day, it gives you that push, to get things started. (While I am on the topic, here is a hilarious take on the ‘block’ 😀 )
On the wet sands of the beach
formed shadows true and long.
None was perfect and each-
a blur of strokes, thin and strong.
All the dark shades formed
whilst the sun was high and bright.
Not a single one stayed though,
as the day gave way to night.
It is all but a mirror of the world,
of the truth that is the human nature –
a dogma written in letters gold and old –
that no one is perfect, and trying to be, is a vain wager.
People come and people go – seldom do they stay,
count not on those who abound
as you bask in your heyday – they’ll fade away,
like the shadows that the nightfall drowned.