The Man On The Beach Poem by Avinash Nair

Have you ever felt like the man on the beach?
The solitary man in the confinement of his mind!
Unsettling like the wind, while living among his kind.
Now what is worth looking, is his eyes.
The look that fills his eyes, as the silent time flies,
Riding upon the waves, ingrained in every grain of sand.
The look that comes to him, as he with all his passion tries,
To capture the last rays and the feeble feeling of setting Sun.
It's a wonderful thought, a strong feeling; I must say.
To be that man on that lonely beach, witnessing
The setting Sun, with his unsettling eyes.
Waiting and expecting in each passing second,
For the darkness to engulf him back to the void.
To behold the beauty before it seeps away
From in between his outstretched hands,
As he in the futility of his attempts to leave a mark
Upon the receding winds that bring in,
The flavour of sea with it, dutifully every time,
As every wave that touches gives him a fleeting feeling,
Of being carried away into the depths of the ocean,
Where he could finally rest and be at peace with himself.