Grains of Sand...

I walk in the midst of dunes of sand

Seeking habitation in desolate land.

Seething sensation scorch and sting

The soles of my feet, with a singe.

I quicken my pace

And break into a race'

To let the burning sensation

Ease away like the grains of sand…

I walk on the beach

Watching the waves recede

Back into the sea from the land,

Filling few impressions of my feet

With glimmering grains of sand...

I sight a sculptor gleefully

Sweat on his effort tirelessly,

And transform the sand on the beach

Into intricate sculptures of beauty;

Then let them submerge into the sea

And watch with selfless glee-

The waves return them to his feet

His creation, transformed

 into tiny grains of sand...

I visit a construction site

Where this very sand signifies

A material of might.

It insignificantly mingles with

The homeless labourers’ sweat

Into a strong mass of concrete;

Shaping into towering homestead

For the privileged of the land,

From insignificant grains of sand...

A square bit of sand

That I now hold in my hand,

In awe I try to understand

Its ability to easily retain

All my thoughts, memories and imagination;

This tiny chip of silicon,

Truly made from grains of sand...

I cup my hand to hold on

To a fist full of sand,

Only to see it flow

Like in an hourglass

From my fist on to the sand;

The timeless grains of sand…