For you

I like to think of you as an unexplored island..Lying amidst the blue waters of a stormy ocean, strong and unrelenting. I would somehow reach the island.. I do not know how I will reach. May be a boat will carry me there, maybe I will be a shipwrecked victim, touching your shore just like that..I would explore the island..I will meet the natives there..Try to understand their language, try to comprehend their customs..There will be days when I will sit by the seaside, seeing the waves washing your shores, collecting the shells that are washed ashore…Some days, I would venture to the unknown places, hitherto unexplored…I will pick up the golden sand, feel its texture..And at times, I will count the birds that cross over your sky… I will speak to the wind that blows over you, and I will ask how it feels to touch you every day, every night. As the moonlight bathes you silver, I will grab a fistful of dreams….for keeps. I may not be the first one to reach the island, I may not be the last…But somewhere on its serene beaches, a sun-kissed wave, an evening breeze or a morning drizzle will always remind you of my presence in your existence..even long after I cease to be an inhabitant….