Dry Sands

The sands are dry even though the waves comfort them
They crave for the sun's approval
Sea loves them but to him they remain cruel
Self hatred in abundance inside particles
Consumed in the dark hole, a free fall
Fire was spread long back in the jungle
Every leaf burned and barks they sparkle

Driving on the moonlit highway inside a wooden board, he felt alive
He started bleeding to halt the anguish
Dripping the wheels coagulated, oh the blemish
Howling away in agony was a distant wolf
Then it started snowing in the hot desert
Dreams they go on, commotion and unrest

He tried to pluck the roses, they paid no heed, only thorns stuck
Sand is too slippery, keeps flowing away
Giving a shoulder to the waves in fray
I told them it happens to the best of us
A game of free will it is, where love bests the lust

Holding my hand the poor sand questioned
What is the fault which destroys me
I said no fault, only present in sun's eye
Just let yourself go, the freedom is yours
Without abandonment of rules, freedom is not pure

Now she remains unloved but not desperate
She knows the day will come for rest
The hands which sow the plant keep holding the axe when they grow up
Nobody knows the eternal truth hold up
Journey goes by ending in unconscious state
Sands still remain dry and they still cry
The sun doesn't give up and holds high