Monday, November 14, 2005

Waves

It came again,
Salty air raising inside the head,
Measuring each cell

As if looking deeper will make it go further
The grip is never tighter, lasting as far as the memory

Fingers deep inside the sand,
Feeling for the moisture

Lungs belting out the smoke,
Trying to find a cure for the cancerous loneliness

Soul crying out with hunger
Ever lasting memories

Why did you leave the shore
For the shore has changed forever

When you came back..
The waves..

1 Comments:

Blogger Guruprasad said...

cancerous loneliness --- very true!

7:30 AM  

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