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Tuesday, December 24, 2013

The joy

The cold chill of the breeze blowing from the sea,
Black as the night, the times without thee,
Of all the moments by the beach,
Amidst laughs and tears, made promises to keep.

The drowning of light, mirrored by white,
The shower of love on the rock by the sea,
The eventuality of certainty and time,
And the depth of life, shown by thee.

The chaos of those who enveloped us,
The bicker, the choice, the undergoing trial,
Drove a wedge, uprooted the tree,
Tears of gloom blurred the moments of glee,
As it sunk, sank along did I,
I miss you, the joy of my eye. 

3 comments:

dpacino said...

I think you should write a lil more often Mr Alok Floyd. I couldn't get what exactly were your thoughts while writing it, but I got mine while reading it.

dpacino said...

I think you should write a lil more often Mr Alok Floyd. I couldn't get what exactly were your thoughts while writing it, but I got mine while reading it.

Alok Shah said...

Thank you, Debasish. :-)