Music of the Sea

The wind lashes over me.
The breeze. the freshness. the smell of freedom and salt spray.
This is ecstasy, I think.
 I feel.

Reminds me of Goa. The days I spent. The crashing of the waves.
The silent moments spent on the veranda of our shack on the beach.
The solitary musings. The thoughts of nothingness
I can feel the proverbial shackles dropping to the floor. Setting me free. Releasing my yearning heart.

The wind washes over me again. 

The overhead AC has started working. I am in my office.
I ease out of my reverie. But I can still taste the sea on my tongue.
And hear the seagulls. 

The shackes come back up, binding me.
But my heart yearns.
One day, I’ll be free. Some day.
Soon.

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