Footprints...
Walking behind unknown steps,
he smiled at the endless sea.
Maybe he was talking to it—
a boy with ocean-blue eyes,
a dreamer, a strange soul,
as if giving speeches
on freedom and dreams
to the mighty waves...
As a child he once said,
“I too will walk on the moon one day.”
Now those dream-prints
lie at the bottom of the sea.
But the smiling boy does not care—
dreams have no limits,
and fearless hearts know no defeat.
If he fears anything,
it is only the tall, raging waves
of expectation.
He was still caught
in those fragile footprints,
never noticing the gentle touch
of one walking beside him.
Behind him, the living steps
were washed away by the tide,
and his soul wandered with them.
He asked the sea
to return those steps.
Perhaps they were gone,
yet in the golden sand,
among countless lifeless marks,
he searched for that tender trace.
He spoke with ambition bowed,
and with the silence of the sea.
He felt the soil
mixed with Bhagat Singh’s blood,
and the thread spun
from Gandhi’s wheel.
Chasing always after
the footprints of dreams,
gathering broken steps
like shining shells,
bathing in whirlpools
of friendship, love, and desire,
he painted the footprints of life
upon the world.
Walking away, erasing dream-prints,
humming softly, swallowing tears,
he showed victory
over his own heart and the silent sea.
In the music of waves,
he looked skyward and smiled.
This boy with ocean-blue eyes
walked endlessly—
erasing footprints,
planting footprints,
searching for footprints...
P. S. Dreams, ambition & life.
Vipul Arwade
19.02.2026
