Short Stories in Oman : I lash out




It must be the moon.
It makes me feel different each time.
Out beyond, I see you - you with your family telling your kids to be safe
You with the lover, holding hands and watching the sunset
You with the lonely gaze, standing there watching your footprints disappear
I reach out to the shore, only to drift back again
I want to be a part of your memories, but I have to return home
There is a stirring deep within me
But I must always be lonely, this is my destiny
I must always be a wave, a ripple, a river, a stream.

I must always be alone.

For I am the sea.

(Written at Qantab Beach in Oman where the waves lash out at your feet, almost wanting to drag you away with it)