Nostalgia Drift In Beach Breeze Poem by Rajitha K.S. Ayyappan

Yesterday, the beach
was wrapped in Chennai's
warm breeze,
just like warm bathing water—
not too cool or piping hot.

Waves rolled out
foamy carpets
on sandy shores,
like water sprinkled from a glass.

My eyes skimmed
the waves
as streaks of fishermen's hats
wormed over them—
their colorful hats
like rollercoasters over the ocean.

The beach breathes out;
the Bay of Bengal
fills my lungs with its vastness,
its aroma gliding muted senses
to my mother's kitchen,
as she tossed fish in a pan.

In the breeze,
I fluttered my childhood strings,
just like the kite soaring,
tugging at memories
in the wind.

I gather it,
like the evening engulfs
the dwindling sun for the night,
warming me up
with its nostalgic blanket—
not too cool or piping hot.