Wednesday, August 19, 2015


Amidst  mists of time
I barely make out your silhouette
Diminishing in a haze
Shrouded by gaping silence.
Hazards of unspoken yearnings
A deficit of caressing words
My memory betrays me
Even as I long
To decipher the
Cold,  sans words interlude between us.
Did our hearts
Ever sing in unison?
Did we  ever rejoice in each other’s touch?
In a haze of a million sighs
I am lost for words of comfort
Wiped away in swift measures
 Like the disappearing sand dunes.

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