Echoes of the silent shore
The skies teased me
By thrusting me on a silent shore
Filled with petals of red roses
Fragranced so deliciously
That in their hue
All I could hear was love's banter
As he played and tugged at my cold composure
The skies teased me
In that the shore was empty
Other than me
There was not a soul there
Not even the love for whom my heart pined
And when I shouted out his name to the vast ocean
Hoping that somehow the waves will reach him
And cool his whims down
I only met with echoes of my own voice
Which produced a hauntingly eerie ethos!
I waited for the echoes to be over
Hoping that when they would be no more
Love would come to me, on a raft
And grab me, pull me close to drown me
In the whirlpool of his passionate desires
But the shore remained empty and silent
As if waiting for me to call out his name
So as to become alive, echoing my heart's longing!
Resolute, I chose to sit and wait
In silence, enjoying the sight of lapping waves
As if I were submerged in a meditative trance
Knowing that the skies always show the end of the tunnel
For those who believe in them!
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