Yearn To the Sands
Nov2011
By Sashi.Prabhu(Zeauoxian)
Awoke early this morn with a dizzy head,
Last nite I had a torrid time in bed.
Tossed and turned on a warm bed last nite,
Troubled were the dreams , set my head a lite.
Was thinking ahead as I stepped off my bed,
Dull was my sight as I thought I wept.
The sadness within wrinkled my brow,
The puffiness in myself and I asked myself what now?
On the wisdom’s throne I went and perched,
Gone I want the thoughts of emptiness, that lurched,
A smile I forced on my sleepy face,
I got to ready myself a put on all grace.
I came here to the lavatory to drop and stink,
But all I desire to do is sit and think.
But now all that I do is scratch my balls,
And see the soap stains on the walls.
And now it dawns to me it’s satur’s morn,
As the thought seeps in ,all pain is gone.
To the beach we are going when the sun gets high,
To the clear water, clean air and blue sky.
The salty spray I imagine now,
The force of the mist and the freshness in my body all above.
My body is jovious and filled with frolic,
The juices in my stomach churn just like a craving desired by an alcoholic.
As the sun goes up I pack my things,
The flame within is joyous and on my face it brings,
The sound of the waves and the smell of wet sand,
The call of the beach is strong even in the hinterland.
As we drive to the hotel and park the car,
I can see the birds fly by and go afar.
I check into the room
And spend time to groom.
To the restaurant we head,
Buffet served on the table of snacks, tea , coffee and lots of bread.
After the snack I have a gulp of coffee truly black,
And get myself to the sandy track…………
Copyright © Sashi Prabhu | Year Posted 2011
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