At Tajpur Beach

Dawn broke over the East

With nary a release of colour.

Dull grey clay mingled with sand

Fell away at my feet.

Striations, of where the sea had left the shore, marked the ground all around me.

No soul save our party occupied the beach.

As the waves crashed against the land,

My friends busied themselves with clicking pictures.

Mist hung over the horizon

And blurred the distinction between sky and sea. 

My heart must be taught, Habibi,

To stop yearning for your love.

We danced with no music and sipped on hot tea.

We laughed and reminisced about the shenanigans of the previous night.

This is my second chance at life.

I want to forget you, sunshine, and love again.