…… Distant Shores

by Satish Verma   Feb 14, 2017


Twilight song of a cuckoo
taps the window softly.
Gothic tree and drooping sky
humble my thoughts.
Past was me.
I will know then
why your hills turned away my clouds
by shifting sands.

Was it a colossal guilt of tomorrow?
Which never wanted to become present
and enter my house.
But my memory was sharp
and days were numbered.

I wanted to invite the death discreetly
while praising the life and listening to birds
without dropping the history
from my crooked fingers.

Between yourself and myself
a sea was surreptitiously raging.
The waves were dividing the shores.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Shruti

    I love this piece. The way you began is really beautiful. The metaphors used in it are awesome too. The softness of it adds pleasure in reading this.
    ~S