By-Prabhnoor Kaur


Sitting on the shore fathoming the sun setting in its abyss

Seeing the world around me get painted in tones of red

Watching the birds take their flight back home,

And when the waves hitting the shore tend to sing

In the midst of all this vista

She sits by the shore of those singing waves, water kissing her toes

The brine tang of the water slowly making its way to the wounds of her fragile heart

Yes, that pains,

Her eyes turn blue, yet again

Tears roll down her cold, crimson cheeks

Singing their story of misery

She waits for somebody to catch those rolling tears

But they roll onto the rocks, then the sand, meeting the waters

The winds pass by, touching her cheeks

Embracing her and lifting her tears

taking them far away

Whispering their rigmarole

 Thousands come, wait, cry and leave

We wipe away all tears

When the ones that should

Leave them all alone here

To this she sighs

Says she feels shattered and scattered

Says there is an emptiness in her that won't go away

The waters touch her

We promise to fill that emptiness

Baffled in a maze of utter desolation

Having failed to break the chains of loneliness,

Watching her steps, slowly making her way to the music of the shores

The wind holding her hand, guiding her towards the shore

She could feel the cold waves touching her part by part

Making its way inside her,

Completing her

Filling in her void

Dissolving her despondency

Keeping their promise.



This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

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