Lapping Waves


Coaxing whispers of lapping waves, 
serenade me once more,
as I hop down the winter-borne streets, 
splashing puddles on rain kissed pavements.

The receding voices nudge to me twirl,
and swirl with cold evening breeze,
to break free from perceptions and 
the routine of a silent day.
The ships have longed sailed by,
leaving behind lapping waves,
Afar I watch the sun slowly sink, 
perhaps it winked at me too.
The apartment was damp, 
lit in sepia colour of yesteryears, 
lost in a solitary trance,

But today, I hummed a tune, and lit candles.

I glanced at you, and perhaps today, you smiled back too.

30 thoughts on “Lapping Waves

  1. Wow. Beautifully vivid.

    "The apartment was damp,
    lit in sepia colour of yesteryears,
    lost in a solitary trance,

    But today, I hummed a tune, and lit candles.
    I glanced at you, and perhaps today, you smiled back too." – My favourite lines.

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