The Shore Awaits"

Royal Club for Literature and Peace 

The Shore Awaits"

Sanjay Singh

 "The Shore Awaits"

How long

will this darkness weave illusions

across the fragile fabric of my mind?

Like a silent thief,

it steals the colours of morning

and paints the hours in shades of grey.

But sorrow, too, has an expiry.

The sad days—

they are like rain on parched land:

stormy, yes—

but never eternal.

Life is a river—

sometimes it sings in sunlight,

sometimes it murmurs beneath the burden of clouds.

But it flows,

always flows.

This autumn,

with its rustling leaves and whispered goodbyes,

is but a breath held

before spring draws her first smile.

New blossoms

will unfold on the tired paths of yesterday—

soft petals of hope

on thorns that once bled despair.

No matter how fierce

the wind’s wild cry,

build your faith

like a lighthouse on the cliff—

still, unmoved,

guiding the lost boats home.

Those who left midway,

carried by their own tides,

will one day return—

as dew returns to the morning grass,

as stars find the sky again

after being swallowed by clouds.

Let the world argue,

deny,

forget.

But know this:

The wave that rises from love's aching ocean

does not rise in vain.

It carries with it

a longing, a promise—

and someday,

somewhere,

it will kiss the waiting shore.

Sanjay Singh

documentation: Waffaa Badarneh