Lonely shores

I don't know how many of you have had a poem written to you. Or for you. Or even about you.

Frankly, I never thought I'd be at the receiving end of one. Its just way too big a gift and I'm the one usually doing the giving. Acceptance has always been difficult.

So when he sent me one... the emotions weren’t exactly in this order, but still...

There was amazement, shock, bewilderment, overwhelm and then...Hmmm... an infinite sense of loss followed by a finite sense of gain.



Do you remember the times

Lonely, we spent there?

The rocks cushioning

Our wearsome frames

The waves kissing our feet, bare

Yours, ankleted;

Listening to stories and songs

The waves whispered

Into ears strained.

We listened, we laughed

We made the sea a comrade

Spilling our secrets into

The departing waves

Stories to be carried away

To other awaiting shores

And a little guilt washed away.


Now, I sit here alone

And the waves,

They seem hesitant, wary;

A guilty messenger- almost.

Unfetched letters for an eager recipient.

Empty-handed, they approach

To listen, carry away, wash away

A little sorrow.

P.S: The anklets are now silent. The bells have fallen off.
And you aren't there anyway.