Blending into the sand-lit shore
While sun creeps back to its divine abode
Illuminating heavens on its way back home.
And as dusk dawns slowly in each corner and nook,
Its empty pages, like an empty soul
Seeks to fill itself, to be whole.
It searches for its only Muse,
Who would sing the mildest melody
Rousing the soul to tranquillity.
Of life and its ruins and unheard crackles.
Day goes to sleep as Sun bids adieu,
Soul finds itself in the mesmerising view.
Soul has so much to pour.
But only till it begins to rain;
'Cause tomorrow morning it will be empty again...