‘Hi again!’ said the wave to the shore.
What seemed to be a routine ,
soon turned out to be a longing.
The wave would bring to the shore-
all the stories of the sea.
And the shore would happily share with the wave-
the shells it collected all day long.
What seemed as a bond to the shore
was illusioned as an eternity for the wave.
Nobody’s fault it was.
For eternity does develop from a bond.
But the wave was naïve enough to not to know
that someday it has to pave another way.
The shore sometimes felt guilty
thinking it should have distanced itself firstly.
The shore and the wave couldn’t ever be the same again.
One was soaked in guilt, the other dried up in betrayal.