High waves in the roaring sea
are hell bent on
tearing resonant silence
of my heart
that cohabits with love
and incubates
newly born thoughts,
lovely, glued
shining bright as grains
on the coast of life,
eyes seeking serenity
serendipity of soul
have a deteriorating sore
watching the tides
surging up from my depths,
eroding away all
sweet reminiscences of her.
Memories of her melodies
faded to the bone;
lurk in me
only a few maladies
marauding me,
yet they make me mug up
fascinating insights
into the vagaries of life
to soar aloft
with glazy nuggets
of the truth and wisdom.
