a grainy picture

Tumbling, rolling, rising and falling
Following the commandments of the wind,
As I stand here watching, thinking,
If those grains of sands should live,
Would thy life be any different…?

Could they be thinking as intelligent beings?
Laughing watching us run,
As one would expect god to.
Trying to find music in this bedlam.

Have they become immune to the pun,
Of the world so crude
Eroding itself with the friction,
Trying to get a quick smooth

Are they waiting for us to join them,
As the other soldiers have.
Exhausted and beaten all the same.
Never resting but forever testing.
Till the end.

Do they have records of heroes,
Do they differentiate exquisite and mundane,
Is there a restriction to their flight,
Or have they given into the plight.

They say you feel small before the ocean.
I say you can feel small before the sand,
The wind the moon and the passion,
With which these grains call
For that ultimate union.

-BY THE PERCIPIENT
(nikhil sindhwani)