With changes like never before ,
My pen stops writing and abhors ,
The sense of vacuumness inside ,
The silent night on the seaside…
Waves rising falling again,
Still the sound gets absorbed someway,
In the hollow nights of pine,
Filling the soaked eyes more with rain…
Breeze touching and moving beside,
Just to remind the love tides,
Reminiscences of the times,
When your breath could be felt by mine…
The urge to submerge in those moments ,
when echoes of the heart said,
language and speech alike and same,
in the epoch of eternal ceaseless love game…
soumyav 