Written at 7:30 pm on Calungute beach, Goa
My gaze across the ocean, I sit in solitude as I picture you beside me. The winds sweeping waves onto the shore as the tide comes closer. How painful is solitude I ask the sea....ask Silence she replies with a gush of cool breeze. The Harmony of the waves, the symphony of the breeze, my toes dugs into the sand I gaze around and find a lighthouse yonder. He too stands in solitude overlooking the sea with his rotational eye. I was downing in the sands of time...
I miss you....wherever you are. I wish I could share this bliss and perfection with you; walk the tide line with our trousers folded; your hand in my left, our slippers in my right. whistling as if trying to orchestrate with the waves, laughing as if there was no tomorrow. Nibbling at your cold ears as your hair is brushed as by the breeze, stopping at sand castles and explaining how I would rescue a captivated you. I miss holding your hand and embracing nature, stopping occasionally huddling you by the shoulder while my outstretched hand clicks a flash to capture Magnificence and Serenity. This would be my heaven had I with you spent this moment, this would be the definition of Perfection in my dictionary and this would be the complete me. I miss you and moments so painful I wish stay afar....for you are my strength, my joy and my power.
My gaze across the ocean, I sit in solitude as I picture you beside me. The winds sweeping waves onto the shore as the tide comes closer. How painful is solitude I ask the sea....ask Silence she replies with a gush of cool breeze. The Harmony of the waves, the symphony of the breeze, my toes dugs into the sand I gaze around and find a lighthouse yonder. He too stands in solitude overlooking the sea with his rotational eye. I was downing in the sands of time...
I miss you....wherever you are. I wish I could share this bliss and perfection with you; walk the tide line with our trousers folded; your hand in my left, our slippers in my right. whistling as if trying to orchestrate with the waves, laughing as if there was no tomorrow. Nibbling at your cold ears as your hair is brushed as by the breeze, stopping at sand castles and explaining how I would rescue a captivated you. I miss holding your hand and embracing nature, stopping occasionally huddling you by the shoulder while my outstretched hand clicks a flash to capture Magnificence and Serenity. This would be my heaven had I with you spent this moment, this would be the definition of Perfection in my dictionary and this would be the complete me. I miss you and moments so painful I wish stay afar....for you are my strength, my joy and my power.
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