Walking down the shores of an ocean,
angelic sand castles brushed my eyes
and before I could behold the dream,
a wave took them by surprise...
and before I could behold the dream,
a wave took them by surprise...
heard no answer from the waves
when asked them Why?
came a cold and hollow voice,
gusty wind winked and said, "It was I".
Powerless, ghastly I stood, watching,
The distant ships disappeared,
The aging wine mocked, "time
smoothed me and you are still seared".
Many years have passed
now and I have grown older...
Watching the sun drown day-after-day
those castles in these waters still smolder.
. . . .
. . . .
. . . .
And I still stand here, on the shores.
The ocean devoured all my tears.
now, when a reason to smile,
the darkness is drawing me near. . .
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Kaustubh Beedkar said...
May 20, 2009 at 12:49 AM
Memories not washed ashore?
Dagny said...
May 20, 2009 at 5:22 PM
at the edge of reason..
Shefali said...
May 23, 2009 at 10:36 PM