Portraits of Yesterday ..

And while she gazed into the vast expanse, soaking in the dusk before night falls, 

Unaware of the sand caught between her toes;  oblivious to the waves hitting her hard

She gazed and found portraits of yesterday. 

First auburn, then crimson, a little azure and finally black, 

even the colors of the skies chronicled a narrative;

And while she formed patterns of the clouds; oblivious to the changing contours every second,

She gazed and found portraits of yesterday. 

The moon glowed in pristine beauty, 

the waves lashed higher; as if to keep the rain-clouds away;

And while she carefully built her castle; oblivious of the waves and rain now colluding.

She gazed and found portraits of yesterday. 

By now  the heavens were overcast;

when a strike of lightening dulled the pristine moon;

And while she hurriedly collected her shells; oblivious of the sand she had gathered along;

She looked back and realised....

She had got along those portraits of yesterday.