sea of wonders

1.
The salty water is lapping on the beach,
With its rhythmic splash and whoosh back and forth,
On the pure, white silica.
The sea breeze is blowing, 
Caressing my soft skin and patting my pink chubby cheek.
While the beautiful sand keeps my feet warm in its embrace,
The sea starts growling and the wave begins to gutter.
The beats on the sand become violent and vigorous,
While the wind starts slapping my pale sharp face mercilessly.
With the temperature of the sand which is still above 50`C,
I wonder,
If I should stand firm on the ground and let the warmth fill me in?


2.
Walking on the path of misery,
Those burning pamphlets are scattered everywhere on the dark, grey road.
Picking up the leftover of paper edges with caution,
The rage from the author starts flowing out into my conscious.
Clearly, the author isn't satisfied with his current cliques,
As the point of making one shine high and steady in the crowd is all the author wants.
While building the rack to keep the bags of talents to oneself,
I wonder,
If the author would be happier if he shared those recipes with the followers,
Instead of keeping them to himself and trying to create an obvious stand for his world concurrently?


3.
The icebergs which float on the icy water,
Move around on the surface while knocking each other out.
And there it is,
The most peculiar iceberg which holds my breath for an instant,
While the solid moves in and out of my sight against my urge to take a closer look at it.
The connection to the Nature is somewhere visible in the mist,
And the berg appears to be so near but yet so far.
While the Solstice of the year is yet to strike,
I wonder,
If my inner strength could bring about a telepathy to surround the ice with warmth,
While the power unleashed to melt and unfold the structures beneath it?