Mess on the Beach

                    Mess on the Beach

Usually, we say beach hair, don't care.

But in reality, it is cared for by the owner of the hair.

I like to go to the beach to see the waves that calm my soul.

The serenity on the beach pauses my overthinking thoughts for a while,

which gives peace to my boiling blood and racing heart.

The mess on the beach and the mess in the heart go unnoticed.

After the rains, the condition of the beach is not good at all.

The same thing happens with the heart —

after problems, failures, and rejection, the heart is totally messed up.

The high tides on the beach are like poisonous taunts,

coming like arrows that hurt your soul,

shattering you in seconds.

On the beach, footprints are left behind;

on the heart — taunts.

Tides and taunts go hand in hand — both are hurting.

Broken shells on the beach, and broken promises in the heart.

It is the breeze that calms both — the beach and the heart, of course!

The wet sand on the beach is like a crying heart.

But atlast it's time for a beautiful ending —

a promise from the sunset that beautiful things take time.

So, it's just "THE ART OF TRUSTING THE ARTIST".