Not much to bother here as I live with beautiful beaches, people and bliss.

The divine romance of the sea and the setting sun pours me with an everlasting fulfillment,
just me getting absorbed in that divinity is enough.

People grinning, the eclectic aroma of the food and that of sand, no need of any amends,
the dawn breaking and the rays of warmth pervading the sleepy mist, the perfect definition of love.

With the increasing magnitude of the sunshine, the leaves lose their tears from the night,
the sandy beaches sparkle with people when the sun is at its peak, its height.

The moist sand wants my feet over and underneath it,
wanting to drain the frazzled me,
the sprinkles of water on my face off the rocks want that pain to succumb.
An infinite beauty within I can feel and see,
a godliness on my face now, which once was numb.

The azure, the vibrant flowers, the singing trees and the endless stretch of the sea to adore,
I can't ask for anything more.

Not with booze but with all this beauty, I'm intoxicated.