Bridge over the seas
Long wide stretch of blue
Smiling white tips of waves
Swirling sands
Sticky wet flowers of passion
All around suffocating
Let me pile stones of silence
And build my dream bridge
Across these seas to get to no where
Let go of my little finger
I need to walk on my own
Close the doors of hammering memories
Leave a footprint fading on the sand
And go where nothing can reach
Or touch the soft walls of my heart
No more scars or ugly scratching
There is no color that can wash away
All those pictures left unattended
And yet I let the breeze from the blue
Touch gently to soothe
Hoping they will fade from over delicate veined skin
While i walk on this bridge of silence
Searching for nothing
Finding nothing
But me.
posted by sahyadri at
12:30 PM
5 Comments:
whats the great hurry to be alone?
and I'll walk back
one day
silence tickling my
toes
just once again
for you to trace
those scars with yr lips
and then cross back
over the blue
burying you
for ever
shoonyata... you write so well... well, the thought process actually didnt go that way, but yes, your words leave a nice feeling. thank you for the comment...
hey sahyadri, those there words are awesome. my frnd angie asked me to come visit ur blog and i'm glad that i did. cheers. rana
Thank you Rana. do drop in again :)
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