Friday, March 25, 2016

That day

It was the kind of day
when you’d want to
walk alone on a beach
and fill your pockets with
conch shells and pebbles.
And even if you were to
throw them away later,
for a moment you’d feel
knee-high and invincible.
It was the kind of day
when the sea sang
and the sand danced
and the crabs scuttled
and the wind whistled
and the waves broke
on that wondrous beach of
broken toothed smiles.
It was that kind of a day.

Inspired from a photograph by Nasar Husami 


Krupa solanki said...

Wow! You're too good. I like this one

Nivedita Agashe said...

@krupa Thank you so much! :)