When it is time, I would hear you speak, and I would know. From this slumber, new life begins.
I know I have been busy I have been busy digging Little pits in shifting sands By a choppy sea, and waiting For my little dreams To form puddles in my living And slowly watch its walls collapse Into itself Water to Water Sand and all Amidst the roaring of the waves And the silences Of the droopy willows Crying In the falling rain
Nice writing Rajesh. :-)
ReplyDeleteThe imagery is powerful... Thanks.
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