Sand Holes..

This world,
A sea of people,
And you rush out,
Like a wave,
Crashing in to me,
Trying to shatter my doubts.

Like the shore,
Aloof & away I stay,
From this sea,

Until I am drenched 

To my bones,

with your warmth,

And some bits of me like sand,
Try grasping on to you,
Craving to make you my own.

But you slip away,
taking bits of me,
with you, & yet every time,
Before I miss you,
you come back again,
from the world,
Reminding me of the familiar,
Yet bringing something new.

And in that moment
every conscious thought,
like writings in the sand,
is eroded from the surface,
of my being, as you permeate,
every void in my soul,
like water into sand holes.