Beached...

Those were good old days...

Youth with its own wild ways.

Life wasn't riddled with nays,

but a collage of peaks and bays.

An evening, that memory lays

to immerse in, now sashays...

She craved for the beach...

Its mild rhythmic breeze,

which ushered her to places

that she yearned to reach.

Insistent she'd been...

I had banked on lies.

But that day, I'd seen

indignance in her eyes.

The sand was all inviting,

golden bleached and fine.

There blew that breeze

with its aroma saline.

My chevy our bolster...

With a glass of wine

I had her, by my side.

Victory was all mine.

Unearthing the carnival

it dawned, I had her caged.

Deprival - now a storm

deep down, rose and raged...

Horizon, far far away

was my lady's vista ...

The waves in tandem 

kissed her dainty heels.

Unperturbed, she was !

Time veered off its track.

Indulgence if a vow,

was taken long back.

The Sun disappeared.

I caught it on a screen

that those eyes,

could have only been.

Why had I been so late ?

Cherishing the hour gone by,

the payback now hath started.

She wished to leave, not I .....