Monday, August 18, 2014

Lapping Waves



Coaxing whispers of lapping waves, 
serenade me once more,
as I hop down the winter-borne streets, 
splashing puddles on rain kissed pavements.

The receding voices nudge to me twirl,
and swirl with cold evening breeze,
to break free from perceptions and 
the routine of a silent day.

The ships have longed sailed by,
leaving behind lapping waves,
Afar I watch the sun slowly sink, 
perhaps it winked at me too.

The apartment was damp, 
lit in sepia colour of yesteryears, 
lost in a solitary trance,

But today, I hummed a tune, and lit candles.
I glanced at you, and perhaps today, you smiled back too.




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