Watching the waves : Poem By Aishwarya P P

Waves rushing to touch the shore
One last time before they faded away by time.
Breeze, playing with the curls of my hair
Just like he used to.
Listening to the dulcet melodies on my phone,
I watch the beguiling sunset.
I see the sky changing colours.
Blue, purple, pink, red
All the colours fade out to black.
Less pleasing, monochromatic black sky.
I notice my playlist is not dulcet anymore.
Now, I feel grief in the lyrics,
I feel pain in the tune.
How dispiriting!, I think.
As I look at the sky again, I see
Stars in the sky like grains of sand.
I wonder how black, the darkest of all colours,
Could show us the hidden beauty.
As I sit there appreciating the beauty of the sky,
I discern that grief in the lyrics
and the pain in the tune was for a reason.
They made the song into a feeling, a story.
It made the song more beautiful.