The Dawn of The Dusk

Those were the Evenings, Beautiful Ones....

When we strolled carelessly on the shore,

Sharing laughter and giggles.

As the birds flew home, across the far horizon;

Our names were written on sand,

A colourful variety of shells of all sizes were collected.

But now, there is sorrow and doom.....

Our names, long before, have been washed by White Foam;

Amidst the Loud Roars of the Salty waters,

I don’t know where your Sweet Voice disappeared.

Walking alone has been Tough,

Where are you, my Friend?



This poem was published in the college fortnightly newspaper - "MITE Chronicles" for the topic - "The Dawn of the Dusk"  and fetched me a prize too 😊. I always feel connected to the beach as a I grew up in a coastal city.

(Photo was taken at Sulthan Batthery Beach,Mangalore)

A walk by the sea shore

A walk by the sea shore

Retrospecting on every day of past

Far I hear the waves encore

Striking the rocks and rising  fast.


Far and near and fast and slow

In the roads that are laid by

I see busy people in full flow

With vibrant dreams to touch the sky.


In the far western horizon lies the small red sun

There are castles being built by the enthusiastic kids on the sand

As I sit and stare,the sun sets and there comes the moon

The rising waters wash away the castles on the land.

Ah! Their dreams got washed away so soon!


 Yet,I find myself smiling

 The sun will rise again tomorrow

 Even the kids aren’t wailing

 The castles can be built again so why be in sorrow?

  The inspiration behind this poem are the kids that I met in the beach today. Their eyes gleaming with happiness as they played in the sand . I learnt what is true happiness looking at them.
(Photo was taken at Sulthan Battery beach)
This article was published in the college magazine "My Spectrum" and "MITE Chronicles".