You there young man, strolling on the beach aimlessly, For I see it has not dawned on you that beaches are endless.

You young man, going nowhere. Sifting the sparkling, symmetric grains of sand worthlessly through your wrinkling.

You who stares blankly as the foaming crests of the waves play hide & seek with your eyes, as dark as the deepest wells & as wet as the river Ganga.

Do not weep so. Do not mar the sight of the setting sun. Do not play two forces of nature against each other, destroying the beauty of the lazy rays of the golden globe with the hazy mists of water that threaten to gush forth from your brimming eyelids.

I can see you are sorrowful. Your heart sinks deeper than your feet do in the sand.

It is wondrous... don't you think, this power of the heart to synchronize with the body. For even the upward twist of your lips does not camouflage from the world the hurt, anger & misery that twists your heart...Or maybe it is I who am all seeing.

Ah! You have heard me. Slow down your pacing feet so that I may fall in step with them. Let us barter what two strangers might in the mystic sunset on a lonely beach.... Like lock & key, whom for one fleeting instant understand each others loneliness, & together make it vanish. Let us together unlock the doors to an aching heart whose wings are sore for lack of flight and soul is sore for lack of plight...

Come... Let me be the key to set your feelings free on the cooling sands. If you permit not I go, leaving your being still crying for eternal solace. Perchance you let me in, I may be able to stay forever & send you wherever you want to go.

Go on... speak. Let open the gates of your prison & let your imprisoned words play havoc on your tongue.

I shall only listen. For although I see the setting sun & its fiery rays, doused by the ocean mists in readiness for the night, I am blind to the consequences of the heart.

And after I have done so, I will judge if you are worthy of my gift. Ah! My Gift... and your dark eyes fill with question. Son, hold your impatience back... Tighten the reins on your searching thoughts that run like wild horses... and spit out the story that haunts your frame and brims forth from your eyes.

So you have lost your will. Succumbed to the whiplash of Life... with no companion and no family. Life seems as endless as this sleepy seashore...

I take to you... Your black eyes enthrall me and your withering feet enchant me. Yes... you are worthy of my gift.

I shall depart now... but you will not forget me, for I am about to change the course of your life.

I will burn off with the rays of the setting ball of flames... but like the Phoenix, I will evolve once more.

I will appear to you and awaken your soul again tonight, before the pearly moon reigns over the world.

My new form will not be tangible and shaped. No... I will arise as a spirit, mystic and elusive. And while you walk on, I will enter your body, smoky and sweet... like incense burning within the dark walls of a temple.

I will bring to your gaunt frame an uprightness and suck dry your tearful eyes.

Your toes will no longer sift aimlessly but prance gaily across shining shores. All that seems sore and dull will be red and flaming, like the midday sun.

Partake this spirit of mine and your life will brim with joy. Your futility will change to fertility.

Farewell for now I say... For I am about to bring you The Gift Of Love...