Leave a Trail Behind: Tarun's Thoughts on an Early Morning

Walking on the wet sand of the seashore, leaving behind a trail of steps thinking that others would know the path I took. Reaching a destination was never the target; to keep walking was always the motto. The sound of a returning wave has always given me an illusion of absolute silence. An illusion that lasts just for a few seconds till the next wave comes with its own music. The sand under my heels feels so good, I try to hold the sand with my toes but it slips. The harder I try the faster it vanishes. I choose to move on, may be that's the message the sand wants to give me. Nothing lasts forever no matter how much you want it to; as I turn back the trail of my footsteps is gone. May be nature wants everyone to explore and design their own trails? I see some lights at a distance, the more I walk the farther they get; may be someone wants me to change my direction. I see a fisherman trying to pull his boat through the silver waters. It's early morning and maybe he wants to see if the last night got him any catch. A boat full of fish or no fish at all; In any case he will be back-tomorrow morning. A thick moist breeze from the sea hits me, I look up and there are clouds in the sky. The warm morning has just got a gift of cool winds and the dark sky. The sea seems to be enjoying this and the waves dance with extra energy. I choose to walk a bit longer but now I maintain distance from the waves. Again, I can see the trail of my footsteps; I grin, as if I have outsmarted the waves. The birds are flying high in an attempt to touch the dark sky. The church bells are audible but only if you listen carefully. I close my eyes and spread my hands; I can feel the drops of water on my face. The heaven has opened its doors, as if it is responding to my stretched arms, as if it is looking at me and following my trail. Soon it starts pouring; the smell of freshly wet sand brings back the nostalgic memories. I walk away from the shore all wet and as I look back the trail of my footsteps is washed away...

Tarun Chandel
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19 comments:

Ankesh Kothari said...

You Sir write poetry without the rhymes!

Ranjan said...

Sea..or lets say flowing water...
wind... Sky... and lots of empty space around and within... will always trigger good thoughts...
Nice Post

Manjari Rai said...

Hey, Happy Birthday! wish u many many happy returns of the day :)

rahul said...

This is nicely written, the way you communicate with nature is beautiful.

Arti Honrao said...

"as I turn back the trail of my footsteps is gone. May be nature wants everyone to explore and design their own trails?"

Yeah that is how it always is!

Soon it starts pouring; the smell of freshly wet sand brings back the nostalgic memories. I walk away from the shore all wet and as I look back the trail of my footsteps is washed away...

Nature has its own ways, my friend ;)


I love this post, am copying it for my collection :D



GBU
Arti

Arti Honrao said...

Belated Happy Birthday :)


GBU
Arti

Tarun Chandel said...

--> Ankesh: Thanks, though I am aware of your talent to galvanize things :)

--> Ranjan: Thanks!

--> Manjari: Thank you!!! Though I have an email id as well :)

--> Rahul: Thanks for the appreciation.

--> Arti: feels great to get a compliment from a writer like you :)
Thanks for the wishes, you are not late.

Gaurav said...

Belated Happy (un)Birthday....Tarun..

Arti Honrao said...

I am posting this at my blog, obviously mentioning ur name and giving a link to your blog :)



GBU
Arti

Arti Honrao said...

Hope you had a great birthday :)



GBU
Arti

Tarun Chandel said...

--> Gaurav: Thanks!

--> Aarti: No problemo.

Anita said...

Beautiful!

Ps said...

Wow--There's a poet in you!

si2 said...

On the surface it is just a description of thoughts on an early morning but there are a lot of deep messages in this. I think, that is by design ... am I right?

Beautiful read!!

Ram said...

"Reaching a destination was never the target; to keep walking was always the motto."
Good thought ....
Very nice post!!!

Anonymous said...

Simple thoughts, expressed beautifully.

-Reena

RJK said...

Beautiful Dude...I love the entire piece :)
Keep Writing...

Tarun Chandel said...

--> Anita: Thanks!

--> Preeti: I am not sure about that ;)

--> Si2: Thanks! Design?? Not really, just some thoughts that I had on a random morning.

--> Ram: Oh you picked my favourite line from the post. Thanks for your appreciation.

--> Reena: Thanks, for such a nice compliment. May be I should make that as the punch line of this blog. Naah, I think I will be pushing my luck bit too much there :)

--> RJK: Thanks, will try that!

Ankesh Kothari said...

Tarun - when was your birthday?

No party??

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